Rain rain go away,

Come again another day,

Little Johnny wants to play.

This rhyme that we recited with complete innocence in our nurseries has now taken to effective reality in present age and time. The rains may come another day but its resultant water is slowly and certainly receding from our lives. You think of water and feel cool. You think of water and feel quenched. You think of water and feel Life – transparent and flowing. Ask a man in a desert and he will tell you what water means.