Who likes rain – I do.
It is a cloudy and rainy day, to everybody else it’s kind of dull, depressing and they cannot wait for the sun to be out again. Knowing that tomorrow is going to be a similar day only makes them feel further miserable.
Not to me though. I have written so many poems in my past and posted them on blog of how I love rains. I feel as if these clouds filled with rain are looking down on me and playing, waiting for me to come out and they will soak me. I also feel like a peacock sometimes and wish to spread my wings and dance in the rain. The clouds seem to have made a tent, and in a way it is trying to accomplish a sense of intimacy with world. Aha! A natural trick, who know?
No wonder every time I heard the song “Rain, Rain Go away” I thought it is kind of rude to say that.
Well, I was just talking to somebody and listening to her complains about rain, which I couldn’t agree. I said “I smiled every time I got in the car today and turned wipers on”. It feels so wonderful to me.
“Oh! You might have some memories that you connect with when it rains”, she said with a wink.
And that got me thinking, Boy can that be true.
Thinking back, I was born in a land of ponds, rains and rivers. Calcutta! So how can I ever break myself away from water? I lived there for the most carefree part of my life and grew into whatever I am today. My tone and personality was shaped and no wonder grey is my favorite color, don’t those cloud look in various shades of grey when it is about to rain.
Thinking back of incidents, it reminds me of the day when I wrote my first poem and I was 8 years old, I was walking down muddy road right after rain slowly , to make sure I do not slip and fall ( that I am prone to). I encountered a crab that cracked open and numerous tiny crabs came out of her belly. The memory is so fresh in my mind, even the fragrance of wet soil.
Followed by times, when I used to love walking on grass in our backyard right after rain. Look at trees, leaves and flowers washed off clean. No! I never liked jumping in those puddles, I preferred the serenity. While I let my boys jump in those whenever and wherever they possibly can.
Rain, oh how I love rains…Let it rain…Let is rain..
Not to me though. I have written so many poems in my past and posted them on blog of how I love rains. I feel as if these clouds filled with rain are looking down on me and playing, waiting for me to come out and they will soak me. I also feel like a peacock sometimes and wish to spread my wings and dance in the rain. The clouds seem to have made a tent, and in a way it is trying to accomplish a sense of intimacy with world. Aha! A natural trick, who know?
No wonder every time I heard the song “Rain, Rain Go away” I thought it is kind of rude to say that.
Well, I was just talking to somebody and listening to her complains about rain, which I couldn’t agree. I said “I smiled every time I got in the car today and turned wipers on”. It feels so wonderful to me.
“Oh! You might have some memories that you connect with when it rains”, she said with a wink.
And that got me thinking, Boy can that be true.
Thinking back, I was born in a land of ponds, rains and rivers. Calcutta! So how can I ever break myself away from water? I lived there for the most carefree part of my life and grew into whatever I am today. My tone and personality was shaped and no wonder grey is my favorite color, don’t those cloud look in various shades of grey when it is about to rain.
Thinking back of incidents, it reminds me of the day when I wrote my first poem and I was 8 years old, I was walking down muddy road right after rain slowly , to make sure I do not slip and fall ( that I am prone to). I encountered a crab that cracked open and numerous tiny crabs came out of her belly. The memory is so fresh in my mind, even the fragrance of wet soil.
Followed by times, when I used to love walking on grass in our backyard right after rain. Look at trees, leaves and flowers washed off clean. No! I never liked jumping in those puddles, I preferred the serenity. While I let my boys jump in those whenever and wherever they possibly can.
Rain, oh how I love rains…Let it rain…Let is rain..
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