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The sky was mourning since yesterday morning. Heavy downpours created severe floods in many parts of my country. More than forty families were moved to rescue centers in some districts yesterday. Students... doctors.... service holders... nobody could work properly. Watching a nice drizzle from a cozy home is quite pleasant, but too much rain means pain for some people. Thanks to Allah, my city is not flooded. Monsoon is called the queen of seasons in my country. The sky wears a dark grey coat, which would definitely remind a man of his fiancee's wavy, black hair. Many poets and singers have praised monsoon in many ways. There are many famous poem and songs portraying monsoon. Rabindranath Tagore, the Nobel Prize winner poet who wrote the national anthem of Bangladesh and India, has a huge amount of poems about seasons. Tagore had recieved the Nobel Prize in literature in 1913, for his famous book, Geetanjali. In Bangladesh, June 15th to August 15th is Monsoon. There are different colours for different seasons. Now, if one travels in the streets of Bangladesh,People wearing blue and Green outfits will catch their eye. This is a very lucky season for umbrella sellers! Rubber slippers are very cheap, but it is something one can't do without in this heavy rain. Only rubber and sponge can fight with the rain and mud! A cup of hot soup or coffee or tea, is very refreshing now. In fact, now I'm sipping a cup of lemon tea, as I'm typing. My raffle's first round is quite successful, THANK YOU, FRIENDS. Please check out round 2. I'm busy with my raffle right now, and I also have A1 assignments to do as well. I'll have to work for Kiya's Project Write World, too. I'm a rising star awardee now! Yay! ** Image ID #1250565 Unavailable ** |