A Season For The Soul - 1

 Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet! - Roger Miller

I am typing this, seated beside the window on a dark, gloomy and rainy day and a cup of hot and strong coffee beside me. It's bliss!

I think of all the seasons, rainy season would be my favourite. It never fails to amaze me, the absolute miracle of drops of water raining down from the sky. I was always enamoured by this phenomenon and my wonder didn't diminish even after I came to know about how it happens. For me, it will always be miraculous and wonderful!

Apart from this, what I love is the feeling of cozy comfort that rainy days bring. In the afternoon, once the chores of the days are done with, I sneak into my room which darkens considerably on cloudy days. I download a paranormal cozy mystery in my Kindle and I get lost in another world - a world of magic, of queens, of talking animals and a world where it is rainy and dark. This has become my favourite part of the day!

As such, Hyderabad doesn't get rain very often. But when it does, it lasts for days. It's almost going to be two weeks - weeks of dark clouds, of rains hitting and drawing back just as suddenly, of clothes not drying, of wanting to eat something spicy and fried and of enjoying generous amount of coffee. I don't see anything to complain about here.

Rains in Mumbai were special. In my childhood, rains meant playing with friends, getting wet and enjoying hot and delicious vada-paav. When I started working, rains meant waterlogged tracks, trains blocked, standing at the platform and searching for some way to reach office, hoping that the rains would stop, dreading that they will stop because that meant going to office... Local trains during rainy season in Mumbai turn into something surreal and otherworldly.

There are some wonderful memories of trips made during the rainy season. Once we were travelling by train through the Western ghats of Maharashtra on a rainy day. Do I really need to say anything more? The ghats let out numerous tiny waterfalls cascading over the rugged surfaces of the hills. I cannot describe this sight. One has to actually see this to experience the beauty of the phenomenon. And then there was the time when I and my husband went to Shirdi from Mumbai by bus. While returning, the bus took up the route of Malshej Ghat. It was a rainy day and the Ghats were misty with clouds hovering over them. This too is another experience that I cannot forget or describe.

All said and done - rain is beautiful. Even at night! If you see the raindrops falling on the earth under illumination, you will notice that they look like tiny stars exploding on the surface of the earth. Simply beautiful!

Nature blossoms whenever it rains, I feel. The green leaves shine all the more brightly. The sky, after a downpour of rains, looks clean and wiped. The roads look freshly washed and shine. Ah rain, you bring such beauty to the earth!

It is getting darker. The day shows the promise of being rainy, dark, gloomy and beautiful. And my heart shows the promise of happiness, peace and bliss that only a rainy day can bring!