With the subtle sound of large droplets coming from my closed bedroom window, I open my eyes partially pulling the warm blanket towards my shoulders. What for is there a smile on my face as soon as waking up to a sound? Well, only if one knew how much the sound means to me, my ears, and my heart, they’ll be glad. Forgetting to yawn or stretch I slide the curtains opening the window slowly as though I’m the connoisseur of showers waiting to examine it. “Mumma, make me a cup of coffee please” orders, still smiling.
My first rain? Of course, I don’t remember it but from what my parents tell, it was like a Ferris wheel ride for me. Do you know those Indian farmers who wait for the rain to irrigate their crops? When it showers finally, the farmers’ joy goes beyond the limit forgetting they have to pluck the crops next. Monsoon is what they call rain in India. Pearls in the form of droplets falling from the almighty sky are how people vision it while fritters are a national rainy snack here.
While the ground is drinking rainwater, a random thought ponders in my heart. What if clouds cry and the tears pour in the form of rainwater? Heartbroken lovers sit by their windows feeling their playlists while drops land on their faces making them wonder what went wrong. Some make emotions-driven decisions and return to their lovers. Is it safe to quote then that the rain mends broken hearts? And I will forever be in the line to be its patient who is sick forever. It feels like mother nature gets purified every time it pours down the Earth.
Songs are best felt when rain is pouring down the skies making our planet smell like heaven. I remember playing ‘Stan’ by Eminem early in the morning when it used to light shower. That feeling is so erotic that it shivers down my spine each time I sense it. Who would pay for expensive therapies when you could just grab a cup of your favorite beverage, plug in your earphones and enjoy the evergreen rainfall?
Meanwhile, the monsoon does not please the little humans in the same way. Kids pray so hard for the rains to go away so they could finally step out of their homes, desperate to play. It all makes up when they end up getting a holiday because of streams and ponds forming around their school buildings! Mothers of children with wrinkles on their foreheads because the clothes just won’t dry in absence of sunlight. Reminds me of the rain song we were taught when we were little.
However, if you ask me, I cannot come up with reason to dislike the rains.
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