So I’m lying here on my living room sofa.. The leather that covers this has been swept by the cool moist air which this unpredictable rain brings with itself. Its 1:10 am, 13th march 2012 and its been raining since almost an hour now.. The rain, pouring even harder now as I get up and stare aimlessly at the leaking sky
and then at the wet road
from my balcony, the air feels cool.. Recieving constant messages from my cousin with whom I have planned a nice morning walk. Initially we were happy to see the nice weather with the drizzle, but now it seems that the rain will wash away with itself, our plans for tomorrow..
Standing in my balcony, I sense a mental block, away from all the worries yet running the engines of my brain and acknowledging all the things I love about rain. I love it when it rains. I love everything about it from the moment the first drop touches my forehead or the road.. which ever comes first. I love the sound of the water pouring all around me and yet untouched by even a drop of it. The cold breeze cleaning my face, the wind blowing away my long hair filling it up with dew, the unmatched smell of the mixture of mud and rain in the perfect ratio, God’s bucket with infinite gallons of water I think to myself as I am shaken by the sudden noise of thunder outside my balcony.. I love how the sky changes different shades from gray, to bluish purple, and to a pinkish orangy red. Its so natural yet unbelievable in its own way. My feet make a sweet sound of :chhap chhap with the wet balcony floor as I return to my spot on the sofa and peep out as I see God sending flashing signals in the form of lightening outside the balcony as if he wanted me to go outside and not to miss a single moment of the first rain of the year. But even while sitting comfortably on the sofa, the thunder doesn’t fail to startle me. Every time I expect it the least, it surprises me even more.
As I sit inside my living room, admiring the view outside, droplets of rain falling inside, from the open door to the balcony, secretly kiss my arms.. I hear the rain getting calmer now.. A car just slowly passing on the road (I can make out by the subtle tearing noise the tyres make while cutting the water which lies trembling on the wet road). The sound of the wooden wind chime is much clearer now.
Tempted by the calm air, I make a last visit to the balcony.. This should ideally be the time when I get carried away in the romantic mood and play a nice hindi song like “shaam” or “suno na” or “hona tha pyar” on my phone and then end up calling someone whom I love. Not because I miss them, but because by this moment, my insides are filled with emotions and I need to let them out to the only person who cares for me the most and whom I’m in love with. But instead, I stare aimlessly at the leaking sky and then at the wet road, this time feeling the chill go down my back, as I walk back to my bedroom (thunder playing in the background, shaking me for the last time) as I call it a night.
