Rain drops on roses...

I can hear your disdain from here. Rose - most ordinary, everyday, most unappreciated flower in the world.

And rainaaa, I am really exhausted from this muddy roads, un-drying clothes and lightless dull days.

I know, I know, I am facing the same issues too. But raindrop to us boomers is great. Boomers armed with mobile, out there to conquer the world with their wonderful (to them) photos of their garden.

So you have come to the post, you may as well see it.

And see, in the second photo there are rain drops, but no rain. You can even see some form of sun (pardon my editing skills).

So when are feeling saad, you look at my picture of rain drops on roses. And then you may feel less sad.

 

Well this picture has neither rain drops, nor roses. But is bright and pretty. And I want to immortalize it. Wink, wink.

 

 Some body built dams and brought water from hundreds of kilometers to our dry city. Some body pumps water early in the morning. Sun burns himself - literally and enables photosynthesis. And I beam from ear to ear - saying I grew these plants, I grew these flowers.