I love rain. I have been in love with rain forever. Even then, when we were harassed by the rain during the Kerala monsoon season.
I don’t like getting drenched in the rain. However, I love the gentleness of the drizzle, the pitter-patter of the incessant rain showers, the downpour and its rage dancing in my courtyard.
I listen to the stories they share each and every time. I hear them clearly. Some of those make me smile, laugh, even shed a tear at times.
Dark clouds aren’t a sign of depression to me. It’s the beginning of unloading burden to the earth. The sky after harboring all those thoughts from all over the world deserves to share her stories of truth or dare with the earth.
Like we all do.
Only a dark cloud can cause a shower and later create a rainbow.
I will continue to love the rain even without the promise of a rainbow. You will too if you can hear the poem the rain recites, if you cherish those droplets that soothe the skin gently, if the dark clouds and the drizzle that follow tickles your mind and thoughts as much as it does for me.
I am forever in love with the rain!