Rains..

Oh these drops of heaven !! I can spend forever watching them from my window, as they descend down from the sky and quench earth's thirst. For me though, they quench the thirst of my soul as well - they fill it with a joy i thought i was incapable of handling, they nourish it with zeal and vigour, they make the worldly problems vanish for some time. As I watch them, I begin to lose the consciousness of work, friends, family...and soon, of everything that surrounds me. Then its just me and the drizzle. When they coined the word "enchantment", they surely must have been thinking of the rains !

Its the sweetest time of the year - the air is cool and carries the intoxicating smell of water-soaked-earth, the plants sway to the tune of the wind, the people and their million different reactions - some hiding, some getting soaked, some diving in mud...some cursing, some eulogizing. But at the end of the day, everything seems pure again, the dust that had settled over the time is washed off. I guess thats one purpose of the rains - to wash off the worldliness that settles on us throughout the year, to make us return back to what we were - pure and innocent, full of happiness and dreams. It makes us nostalgic, about the times when we didn't have a care in the world, when we were uncorrupted and our zest for life was undiluted, when we were the free-spirited children of nature who did not think of conquering it but being a part of it...

As I watch the descending drops, I know at the back of my mind that I have a million things to do, but everything else can wait...right now, in the few moments I have with myself, I want to smell the air and taste the rain-drops, I want to see those children playing in the rain, I want to see the clouds descending on the hill beside my home, I want to see everything around me re-energized, I want to remember what it used to be when I was not blasé towards mother earth, I want to bear the unbearable ecstasy of my being...

I want to feel alive again...