I sat in my room head down, studying and bearing the heat of the summer. It was the 2nd day of June. I desperately found myself wishing for the rains. But according to the weather guys, it would be a while. Oh! How I wished that they were wrong! Yet the weekend electricity mood swings made it unbearable to stand the increasing heat. As the sun was starting to set, suddenly the atmosphere had a 360° change.
The sky became grey and cloudy and the winds started blowing with all their might and before I could even say "it might rain" the showers hit the ground, leaving the most beautiful and tempting aroma in the air. Yes! The rains had finally arrived…the weather guys were wrong (yet again). As I rushed outside to take in the sweet scent of the wet earth, the rains picked up speed. The pots and small water vessels started filling up as I watched on.
I stood at the very tip of the porch, held my hand out and made a cup to hold the rains; drank the purity and felt rejuvenated. As I watched, people were rushing to find shelter and kids were overjoyed to get wet in the rains. They were splashing and jumping in the puddles and running around calling their friends. This site was equally fun and nostalgic.
Although I had learned in school that the showers come from the clouds in the sky, today I could see neither. As I glanced up all I could see were the endless streams of water, pouring down to calm the hot earth and quench her thirst.
I sat on the swing in the garden absorbing in the novelty of the season. For a change, the winds were chilled and refreshing. Everyone was surprised by the untimely rains, yet no one was complaining. Almost everyone had a smile on their faces as it rained on. Everybody was glad. Sitting on the swing, I was feeling relaxed and happy. Birds had taken shelter in the thick branches as they waited for it to stop raining although the greenery didn't seem to care for the inconvenience the rain was causing, for it was a sight for sore eyes! All I missed was a steaming cup of tea and maybe a plate of spicy and crispy onion fritters!
Eventually the pace of the showers reduced, the trees looked fresh green, the roads all clean with the occasional puddles here and there, the smell of wet mud in the air. The 1st rain assured a good run ahead.
I sat there for some time, thankful for the showers, and more thankful that I could enjoy them. The rains had washed off the heat of the summer and poured life into all, making everything seem new. I couldn't help but wonder could it do the same to me? Clean off the negativity that held me back and create room for new hopes?
As I sat there wondering, breathing in the fresh air I felt more alive. Thanking the Almighty for sweet showers I returned inside.
Life had resumed...
