Thinking of the poem written by the great tagor ji..
.The storm clouds thickened in the sky ,thunder clouds clap the giant hands and the June showers came down.There were grey mornings of rain.Streams of diffused sunlight struggled into the mosaic tiled room.A gentle morning awash with palesunlight and promise;As I opened the windows ,I could see; the Hibiscus flower children dress out in their pink,white and reds and ranges.
They made me smile;
The winds started blowing ,bringing the crowds of flowers down.
When the rains comes down they have their holidays.
As poet Tagore says in his poem "Flowerschool":even i thought for a minute that they go to school underground.
Even i felt like asking my Amma,Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars are.
Haven’t you seen how eager they are to get there?
Don’t you know why they are in such a hurry?
Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms; they have their mother as I have my own.
With its fragrance that can fill the innerself and the home with a lot of ‘calmness’and a ‘sense of peace’ there; it envelops you,the Hibiscus
Hisbiscus flowers,one of my most favourites..
The Red flower I see before me on my table may not be the same to you and me.
But do take time to enjoy them.....
Thinking of Rain,the eager garden awaits its promise