This is my weather. The charm of monsoons gets to me with apparent ease.
If it were not for my shy demeanor, I could do a rain dance like the
carefree and joyous Geet from the movie Jab we met!
I love the rain…the smell of the wet streets and the sight of dripping
leaves… the sound of the raindrops splashing on my windows and
balcony… the fogginess and wetness in the air. I love the overwhelming
darkness of the sky. People may often not enjoy such weather. You see a
different side of people. You see a different side of the world. Gloom,
joy, happiness, worry, fears, troubles. The rains bring all alive.
What’s not to love?
For some, it is a strong love affair they have with the rainy season.
… From creative writing to penning of songs, from painting to lateral
thinking, the rain stirs something soulful within us.
Ever attempted a walk in the rain with your loved one? While at most
times, it may appear silly..a walk in the rain has innocence, romance,
adventure, excitement.. all rolled into a single inexplicable emotion.
There’s something gratifying about walking through the rain without
anything as a barrier between you and the falling heavens.
I don’t mean the unending pattern of severe lash that floods the
balcony, but typical showers that occur at unexpected times that give
me a whiff of that deep earth smell. While yes, I look for ways to be
involved and feel good about myself and my life even during incessant
For some, there is a natural tendency to wish the rain would cease so
life can get back to normal, yet there’s an assuring relief in the
realization that everybody is in the same situation of having to deal
with the weather. That’s comforting knowing that most are experiencing
the “what-do-I-do-now” dilemma.
On the side shelf, there is always a book I’m either in the process of
reading or looking forward to get started on. The tough part is finding
an hour or so to immerse myself in reading. Either too much to do,
sometimes honestly nothing left to do but extreme laziness to look away
from stress-causing inaction and then after all the day has
passed..can’t keep my eyes open long enough at night to make much
headway. Today it some time with my younger one, loading his truck with
little cars and shooting them off the ramp to set ablaze the creative
race track. I generally feel more creative afterward.
With all the chaos that a rainy day can bring, a constant patter of rain
serves to remind one to take a break, to stop the whirlwind of activity
everyone is sometimes prone to.
Just another season…sometimes overwhelming but also its own kind of