Last Sunday at about 4.00 PM in the afternoon, I was sitting beside my window in my room, it was silence everywhere and I was enjoying the serenity and isolation. The distant silence before the thunderstorm started to give me a feeling of excitement and immeasurable peace. Suddenly the sky was overcast with black thunderous clouds and lightning started flashing, strong winds started to blow. A breeze flew through my hair and small rain drops landed on my eyelids. I was watching the rains, the raindrops falling on the tin roof top beside my room with pitter –patter sounds. I sat all along alone in my room beside the window and watched the beauty of the nature. The acoustics of the rain created the ambience of magical moments and rhythmic melody. For time being I forgot where I am, who I am and I could imagine that lush green, breathtakingly brilliant green, hurt my eyes a green landscape, those heavily overcast skies, that distant roll of thunder, and the glamorous flash of lightening, that heady fragrance in the air, that quiet stillness which speaks of the raging storm, the breeze sometimes gentle sometimes wild ---when nature herself sings malhar, what chance do we have to resist, to meditate, to reflect! …..