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Before the arrival of monsoon clouds Showers wrote on the ground. The intersection between the village and the city was drenched. There was a mirror of water landed along the roads. They were made from randomly deposited water. There was rain water off the air humidity in cold weather then realized, was written on the faces. I sat in a small van are becoming increasingly populated town houses glance cast at times. But everyone could see traces of the wet. Dried my mind Maybe I was waiting for the influx of these targets. So here comes the desert heat is incalculable. People are sitting decopatch in the van and more people are hanging on his back or the doors. Some of them were Vidhyarthy, a daily wage laborer. Before it was time for the evening. But did not realize it was a lot of sun. The waterfall was flowing from a light veil of clouds. decopatch It could be called the most beautiful season. Stored water passes through the other side of the road vehicle and go find yourself saving passer clothes were complete picture of rainy days.
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