Nature offers us in abundance, but we seem to neglect it. Every time when it is about to rain, I look across the sky.
The sky seems like a canvas and there are a variety of constant changes. Each swirl taking form of a new being, a new creature, a new face. As kids we used to identify them but as and when we started growing up, we gave up these little joys which we used to express. Its just so beautiful and pure. If this is not heaven then where is it?