First rains have a sense of lovers meeting after a long bout of separation - those first tentative droplets splashing down over the rain-starved earth, lingering for that one tantalizing minute around the cracks before being sucked in, dry leaves soaking in the attention and coming alive to the ministrations of the rain, birds huddling over their nests, little outstretched hands and upturned faces - the expression saying it all.
Of all the seasons, the rains never fail to amaze me, it seems to bring nature alive - swaying trees in all hues of green, the mountains going from a dull brown to a vibrant green, overcast skies, emerging rivulets. If you really want to experience rains, you should go down south, Kerala during the rains is bliss. There's nothing crazier than standing under a banana leaf and still getting soaked to the skin. And then sipping hot tea spiced up with some herbs to protect you from the flu.
Today is different - the rain is falling in sheets, to the accompaniment of a crazy wind determined to make even the most sturdy trees bow in subjugation. Had come to the garden to walk barefoot over the dew-kissed grass when all of a sudden, the skies opened up. There's a small wooden shelter in the middle of the garden and I sat on the bench waiting for the storm to pass. Only it seems to be in no mood to let go. As the rains lash and pound on the roof, there is a feeling of being completely isolated, civilization suddenly seems miles away. It rained non-stop for a good hour before it decided to make peace with the world and move on.
They say every man is an island, in that all too short time, I savored that feeling.
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