The First Rain

May 18, 2012

Every time it rains I either enjoy its patter lying on my bed or admire it while looking through the window. But never I stepped out into that drizzle ...

Letting yourself soak in the rainfall is completely different from watching it from inside… It’s like being a part of that rainfall, watching the world through the drops… along the drops…

So today I let my feet accompany my gaze out of the door and drink the sight whole heartedly..

Once I stepped out and the cool drops hit my face, I wanted to get back inside. But then it struck me, ’lord it’s been years I’ve got wet willingly!’ So I thought of giving it a try… ‘Why not!!’

I moved ahead and looked at trees swaying joyously, the streets getting drenched lazily and the wind playing around happily… as if all of them missed the rain until today… and the rain obviously drew all of them together in an overwhelming embrace…

It poured all over and washed every bit of dirt away… the rain wanted to kiss everybody…

Amazed, I raised my hand to feel the pearls on my palm. And as I did so, the rain grasped my hand and pulled me in its endearing magnificence…

At first I was surprised by something which even I do not know, and just a moment later I realized that I am smiling… and another moment, I am grinning wide…

It occurred to me that I am smiling so happily after a long time! 

I’ll never know what it is in these rains that make me so happy.  As if the water seeps in through my clothes to soak my heart and my mind to render me afresh…

And then, drenched head to toe, I danced… I danced in the rain…

And it was my heart who sang the song…