The ringing or sounding of bell
Ekta’s interpretation: The sound made by rain drops falling on a tin roof
To some it’s a lilting music and some, a titillating cacophony. For me it’s like curbing some noise in an unkempt attempt to orchestrate some music and karaoke. Cliché?
So, pinning my sundry hopes to make a decent inning outta this sojourn unlike my past fiddles n putters. And needless to say, not to make much a fool of myself while I fool around with great grammaticians or politically correct tribes of the world
Aha! Hope is too strong a word for monsoons though. Let’s rather move forth on assembling noises, while still creating a symphony out of it. Game?
Folks, “pouring”(s) splashes around quite incoherently at times. Disagree? Have a walk! Off course on a rainy day!!! J
Also, now since its tintinnabulat-ing, remember to cherish the augustic fall with its sound [silent ones are most suitable for my concealed chronicles] and not chase punctuations in the poodle. That’s another disclaimer! J
And if you are looking for someone having perfect harmony between their thoughts and its expression, am quite vulnerable to disappoint. Stick if you want and let me any improvement dawns onto me.
Aw well! The cliché will also improve over time, if you still don’t get used to ‘em.
Quite a preamble, isn’t it?