I am all alone in my room lying on the cold floor listening to the loud sound of thunder. I always loved the sound of rains as it talked to my soul. I peered at the Raindrops splashing on my windowpane. I lazily moved my upper body away from the floor and sat on my knees to make designs on the window using my forefinger however, it was, again and again, getting covered with mist and raindrops running down the window. The white layer of fog literally made me unable to see other towers and building and even the sky. I loved the pleasant fragrance of wet soil entering my nostrils which were already blocked because I had cried on the previous night. Trees and branches are waving from right...