Drops of Rain
It was not before this monsoon season that I realised how much I loved RAIN……
The last time I recall getting drenched in the rain was when I was a kid, so this monsoon, when the first heavy showers welcomed Delhi, I went upstairs, even though my mum tried not to let me. This time, like a kid, I just decided to let myself go, all I took along with me was a towel, and a joyous spirit…
Spirit of getting drenched,
Of easing my mind,
Of letting my worries drain away,
And of dancing and singing away merrily,
In my dance and in my song…..
As I drenched,
I saw the beautiful green leaves smile,
They looked so fresh and gorgeous,
That they made me talk to them,
And I gently stroked them,
Took them in my hands,
And got drenched till the last drop….!
Today, it rained again, the shower turned into a nice downpour as I walked to the nearby market to get bread with an umbrella over me…
And the rain brought the smile back,
Brought my ‘child’ back,
As I played with the rain removing the umbrella from my head, letting the drops fall on my clear face…..
And then there was no turning back,
I came back home,
Went into my balcony,
Pop went my face out, and my slender hands,
And the droplets loved me as I enjoyed them….
I listened to the splitter spatter,
I felt the drops ease my heaviness,
Yes….rain indeed is heavenly,
And carries with it a magical element from the heavens above….
Don’t worry about people watching,
Don’t worry about how you are looking,
Next time it rains….get drenched…and see how you feel…