Rains...

"And when it rains
On this side of town it touches everything
Just say it again and mean it
It don't miss a thing

You made yourself a bed
At the bottom of the blackest hole
And convinced yourself that
It's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore" : Paramore

Rains. Through time immemorial have they been associated with times of despair and gloom, by poets, singers and even regular people like me alike. 'Rain' has been almost synonymous with tears, throughout ages. Break-ups, departures, heartbreaks, those lonely times...

"And when it rains
Will you always find an escape?
Just running away
From all of the ones who love you
From everything"

Many of my friends hate the rains for they render the roads muddy and justtoomuchmessy. They hate it because it spoils their hair/make-up. It wets their clothes, destroying their "whole purpose of going out". As for me, I have always loved the rains. They denote joy and happiness to me. I love the smell of the rain, of the water on the grass, and of the wet soil. I love to hear the sound of the rain against my glass window, against the unquenched thirst of the earth. I love the feeling of freshness that envelopes me everytime it rains.



"Rain, Rain don’t go away
Rain, Rain I hope you stay..."

I love it when the rain comes and washes off the dirt from the air and the not-so-green leaves of city trees, rendering them fresh and lush green. It feels great when right after the scorching heat of the summer the first rains hit the city. It feels like Life in itself. Like being born again. I love drawing random shapes with my inartistic finger on the foggy bus window each time it rains. I love those rain-related songs they play on the radio when it pours all through the day. I love watching the rain, and tracing those drops right from heaven till they hit the little pool they themselves created on the surface of the earth where mortals reside. And I never get bored of it. Rain is fascinating.

Perhaps one of the most important things I associate rains with - I love the prospect of having 'Khichudi' with some ghee or butter melted on it, and some fries - potatoes, fish, scrambled egg, or crispy pakodas/badas made out of just anything - to accompany it, for lunch. Rains give me the incentive to simply lie down on my bed, get under the sheets and think. Think of things and fantasies, of the random randoms, which normally don't find place in my otherwise-packed schedule of day-to-day activities I am forced to call 'Life'. And my best thoughts come during such times.



Even now, as I stare out of the window, the heavenly waters splashing against my window, the familiar sound and smell of freshness filling my senses, all that I desire is to jump out into the streets, break all bounds, into freedom, and sing in the rain.

"I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain

Dancin' in the rain
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
I'm happy again!
I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain!" : "Singing In The Rain"