Missing my country

I am Missing my Country............The smell of the rain, though when ever it is raining it is full of dust because of pollution.

I never thought that I will miss my country and city this much. Now I feel like being abandoned in a country where I know no one, can't even speak in my language. Having friends is a blessing and family is foremost.When the birds are singing early in the morning,when the sun is rising and shining,when the sky is raining,I am missing my country.I am sitting here far away and missing the smell of my soil.I miss the warmth that everyone has out there. There is a killing silence out here.My country it is not a piece of heaven but still I love it.