
Happy Blessed Rainy Day to all my Blogger
friends.
I swam through an ocean of past, my youthful
days, those days that were jammed with memories, the memories of past Blessed
Rainy Days; a day before Blessed Rainy Day, our heart would be bubbling with
excitement. The night would past with a nap. The time a cock signals a birth of
day at 3 in the...