
Home, Rain and I…
When the clouds shower love on earth, how beautifully the earth shines. My love for rain never fades. The memories it brings, the peace it gives is just wow. It makes me wonder how can someone just lose oneself in rains! The wonder remains as the rains trips me to a meditative self.
After three long years, I am home during the monsoons. The ground is soaked in heavy downpours since three days. The heart pushes me out to get wet but the brain resists. Fear of falling ill keeps me inside the house near the window with a cup of herbal tea.
Today, the urge of getting drenched in the rain was uncontrollable. So out I went and stood in the rain. I stood there with closed eyes, feeling every drop falling on me. Cold wind brushed through my hair. I swayed with the waving branches wondering where this wind would carry me if I let it. I pictured a garden with trees dancing around, nothing but me, that feeling of being free. And when I opened my eyes, that’s where I was. I was home. Home, rain and I…
