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rainy day essay for 6th class

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Answered by darkdevil89
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There are various seasons like summer, winter and monsoon. But out of all my favourite season is monsoon season or the rainy season. I live in a joint family. I and my cousins wait all year round for rainfall and when it rains our eyes sparkle with joy. On the first rain of the season we just run out of our house into the rain giggling and smiling with delight. It feels so refreshing after the sunny days to take cool natural shower in rain.

We like to play in the garden as the rain showers pour on us. We sing songs and jump in the muddy puddles to splash water on each other. We fight like cats and dogs on the ground splashing water and sticky mud on each other. Our mothers always shout on us but we just like to ignore and enjoy. I hate it when the rain stops and we need to get back. My mother cooks moong dal and onion pakoras with mint chutney on these days. I just love this combination. After taking shower we enjoy eating pakoras together.

Enjoying the rain with cousins is the best part. We have so much fun together. I simply love rainy day.

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Answered by Anonymous
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The storm came as the opera of the skies, the instruments determined to sing out, the trees and grasses as their percussion. Even the rain came in orchestrated rhythm, appearing the as the master of the scene yet arriving on unheard cue. From within our home it gave a surging rise to our hearts, calling out that childish sense of adventurous joy.

Lightning lit the skies in brilliant streaks. Fog embraced every tree, every square centimetre of of ground. Thunder declared itself as some rock star upon the stage. Sheets of rain revived the grass, resounding and rippling without frontier.

Above, the houses on the hill survive in valley-echoed hail.

Emerald eruptions of green envelop countryside in a carpet of living nature. Towers and trees - once boundless and bare - now flourish with vines, victorious as they claim their valley.

Streams once sucked of their nourishing liquids are now bustle with aquatic activity. Ripples run freely, harbingers of joy. The river, slowly but surely, creates a new liberty, surging over the banks to create a space, carving and forming the new paradise.

There, among the regenerating giant, a boy sat gazing out as nature unfolds its hidden secret.

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