All special days are not decorated by sunshine,

Some are summoned as cold raining mornings,

But isn’t all form of nature a picturesque divine?

May you soar like the cold wind and touch the glacier of hope,

May you fall like the drizzled love on the souls of needful,

May your heart be moist and dangling like the rain soaked trees,

May your aura glide like the free clouds to extreme boundaries of this world..

Thousands great stories are shared on cold rainy days,

May yours be one remembered forever!!