The Evening Rain

 I could remember the debate regarding day scholar and hosteler life. I was on the side of the day scholar. There was a good tackle-point attack between the two teams. Personally, I was thinking about my native life in that particular situation. The moment I came to my native country, I never asked for anything to eat or told my parents I was hungry except breakfast ,lunch and dinner, because if I felt hungry, I would go to the backyard of our home, where fruits could be fetched straight from the trees. Today evening it was raining, and I could see the fruits with the taste of rain. When time passed, the sky showed its acrylic show. It's bliss to the eyes. Looking at the colorful sky, I thought of the dark clouds before the heavy rain. When we accept the hard things in life, remember one thing: there will be colorful things in life. Looking at the acrylic sky, I remembered my 12th grade physics teacher, where there was a lesson clearly thought out by her regarding the acrylic sky.