A Rainy Day!

I love the rain. It's almost as if it was fashioned to revive the soul. There is just so much calm right before it begins to pour as if the ground primes itself, unwraps its arms and is ready for the embrace between parts of heaven to extinguish the fires of hell. The petrichor emanating from the thunderous sky upon the parched terra firma, guzzling the drops of life, is a sight for sore eyes. The cool breeze, how it slowly caresses my skin and leaves feather touches for me to reminiscence for an eternity. How it lets my mind wander and leads the heart to sing the same old song.

I love the rain. I fancy relaxing under the hammering cloudburst and gaze at the sky. To take a sip of whatever life has to offer. Drown in its splendid enchantments. It is undeniably a picturesque spectacle, of the delightful terrain and the minuscule globules as they begin to strafe at it and coax the plains back to life. The birds chirp and glide amongst the murky puffs of grey, black and white, veiling the glorious blue sky as the droplets free fall performing a little dance of their own. As each dewdrop makes contact with my skin, I sense it brings harmony to me. It nurtures me and it triggers memories.

I love the rain. Just when it ignites chills within, right when it makes me crave warmth. It may make some reach for shelter or draw some towards comfort. But as I begin to enjoy the cool breeze, tantalizing my taste buds with a cup of hot mug of masala chai, whose steams bring contrast to my innumerable thoughts, it drives me to envisage various dreams and hopes. I see reflections of people in the puddles of water on my terrace floor. The rhythmic sound of the rain creates music so serene that it splits uncertainties, anxiety and sentiments away and allows me to take a deep breath and release the strain.

I love the rain. I adore it when it’s about to start but it drives me wild when it’s torrential. I see the trees pirouetting in glory and I fathom that maybe the rain enjoys it too. To see the joy it brings to all, to be the cause of happiness. The purpose of rain is to heal. It rebuilds my core. It brings me peace. It scrubs my heart. The intoxicating scent reverberates in my being.

Answer me this! 

Have you ever danced in the rain? Try it, you will feel so liberated.

Have you ever cried in the rain? Try it, you will feel so cleansed.