Rain

I stood by my window today, clutching the bars.. gazing longingly at one of the most beautiful sights ever..taking in the smell of moist earth and the dancing leaves..loving the sprinkle of mist on my face..

It could just be me going over the top with this.. but I have always felt, rain is a manifestation of the eternal romantic that Nature is.. that She’s trying to spread the magic of pure romanticism..that She’s trying to eradicate the dryness in our lives.. And I guess she’s been pretty successful with it :) . Are there many around who wouldn’t love to talk a walk in the rain, holding hands with his/her love?

Having been in Kerala all my life (minus last 3 years), Monsoon has been seamlessly weaved into my memories.. the beautiful ones in childhood include starting school in June with rain pouring down on us.. stretching my hands out to feel those rain-drops after being strictly warned against going out in rain..The best part about monsoons in Kerala is the visual treat of endless greenery dancing and enjoying themselves in rains.. it’s one of those things that can calm you down instantly and help your mind relax, whatever be the turmoil its going through.. After moving to Hyd, I made sure I never miss the rains.. be it taking long walks at night in my colony..or risking our lives and travelling on road during stints of heavy rain :).

On a side note..what one might find as breath-takingly beautiful on a day might be viewed as depressingly gloomy by another..in that context, Lady Nature could be empathising with one's pain and sharing her tears.. Rain, in that way, can be reflective of one's mood..And the ease with which it bonds itself with our soul is what I am in awe of.