A Rainy Day

              The sky was overcast with clouds and I knew It was going to be a heavy rainy day. It was July, The month of rains and raincoats. I did not dare to stir out, but just then came my friend Suvro. He said he had with him two guest cards for a cultural show at the music hall. So we two must go I pointed out to the threatening clouds outside and tried to dissuade him, but to no use.
              I was a fool to put trust in his words. For no sooner had we reached the Street corner than it began to drip-drop. It developed soon into a downpour. We stood squeezed in a bus stand. The blasts of wind gave us a thorough drenching. It seemed the whole sky was melting into rain water and we had been back to the days of Noah’s ark. The road looked like a pool all along. Some paper boats were flowing down the water. Perhaps some children had put them on the flowing water for play. Some vehicles got stuck and looked helplessly around.
              I could see a lone bird that looked afraid, perching on a wayside veranda. I felt sympathy for this poor creature. My friend had lost his optimism by now, for it was still raining incessantly. The music of the rain was the sole substitute for the function at the music hull. I and my friend stood stranded for hours in that bus stop and cursed our lot.