Mother-A Short Story

When I came drenched in the rain,

My brother told "why don’t you take an umbrella with you?"
My sister said "why not you waited till it stopped ? "
My Dad angrily said "only after getting cold, you will realize ? "

But my MOTHER,



as she was drying my hair with her saree,



was shouting



not at me



......................... But at the RAIN