On a rainy day…
Everything’s so beautiful on a rainy day. After a long weekend at home you wake up at 4am to go back to the big city for work. It’s a dark morning. As the dawn nears, you realize it’s gonna be a cold day. As your mom drives you to the bus station you realize it’s gonna be a cloudy day. Then comes the rain. Everything’s more beautiful in the rain. The first few little droplets that fall on the windshield. The thumping rhythm of the wiper that draws patterns on the glass. There are small trees and bushes on either side of the road. There are a few even smaller shops in the little space that the trees let the humans have. You cross a little bridge on a little brook and the water shines in whatever little light it receives from the shrouded sun. As you keep going you see some people who have just woken up to the days chores. Some of them jog in track suits. Some of them are riding bikes. Some of them are just walking with their heads down. You wonder if they have noticed the beauty of the rainy day.
You reached the bus station and your mom holds an umbrella over your head while you lug through the luggage. The droplets have become bigger now that they not droplets anymore. You get on your bus. You look around and being in a small town, almost everyone on the bus is someone you’ve met atleast once. You smile at the old couple who travelled with you last Friday. As you walk by, you see a couple of guys who you see every time you travel to or from home. Their leave calendar matches with yours probably. You walk up to your seat and say hi to the girl on the seat next to you. She travelled with you the other day too. Your mom comes around to the window to wave you goodbye. After asking you to have breakfast, drink lots of water, cook and eat well, she waves goodbye and gestures that she’s leaving. Mom was always to the point and never too emotional. You smile at her knowing the strength you get from seeing her be this strong.
You sit back in your seat and think about what awaits you at work. It’s nothing as beautiful as the day in front of you, so you get back to looking at the rain. You take a sip of the fresh grape juice your dad made for you at 4am. You smile at the thought of your dad half asleep standing beside the blender. Dad was the emotional anchor of your life. Your lips turn down thinking back at every time you waved at your dad through the rolled down windows and your lips were turned down each time.
The bus starts moving and you see more trees on the way. They are so beautiful. Trees are much greener in the rain. Umbrellas everywhere. More people have woken up by now and they are all holding umbrellas of different colours. Colours are prettier in the rain anyway. You see a lady holding a pink umbrella. Maybe she’s a lawyer or maybe she works for the government, she’s dressed prim and perfect.
You take out your phone to text your best friend who’s already at work. You tell him how beautiful the day is and he laughs. You tell him you wanna spend the rest of your life just staring at the wind on the trees and he laughs telling you to enjoy it till it lasts. You smile at the thought of him laughing at your complaints. He always makes you smile even on a rainy day.
Your small town crosses you by and you know that you’re gonna have a great view of the sea all the way back. You watch the sea and the sand and the horizon in the distance, and think about worlds across it. The rain has reduced to droplets by now. The sea is just a bluer shade of grey in the rain. After about an hour of staring at the sea, the bus stops for breakfast. You take out the home cooked breakfast your mom made at 4am. It’s a little bit of home you have left. You put down your phone since your almost done with your blog about the rainy day and start to take bites out of the pieces of cottage cheese and rice flour pancakes. Everything's better on a rainy day.
