Sri Lanka, Jan. 5 -- 'Rain, rain, go away;
Come again another day...'
Vipuli heard her little daughter singing outside. She peeped through the front door, and watched the child performing a cute dance among the flower beds. She wanted to tell her not to sing that particular rhyme, but decided otherwise considering that the small one might be deprived of her harmless entertainment. Instead, her attention was drawn to the flower plants. They looked somewhat withered due to the lack of rain for a few days.
'I need to water them in the evening,' Vipuli thought to herself. Without a deliberate purpose she got up leaving behind her needlework on the chair and went up to the front door. She stood leaning against the door frame, and looked aroun...