Rain of my dreams

Rain of my dreams

A rainy day sparks a host of memories, from my school days to now.

Rains are formed when clouds become dense and dark...when they cannot hold the water within anymore...drops of water travel down the human eyes as well...sometimes in joy, other times in sorrow...

Rain is the harbinger of love, passion, ecstasy, romance, hope, and abundance... an abundance of greenery, beauty, and a state of calmness and bliss...

Rain is poetry in motion...singing the song of life...in all its essence...dancing in ecstasy... unanimously showering love...

When we were in school, we would often wade through vast stretches of water in the flooded roads until we could reach our buses...I never really enjoyed them, but I became proficient at handling a rainy day — taking off my school shoes and slipping into slippers, either wearing a raincoat or carrying an umbrella, depending on the intensity of the rainfall. Water reached my knees...I almost felt like a duck, with a missing beak and feathers.

Now, I enjoy rain more from the vicinity of my balcony...drops of rain splatter on the railings and then fall off onto the ground...My daughter often stretches out her hand in total exhilaration and joy. I stand as a spectator, drawing in the scent of nature in its purest form. With time, I have learned to stay calm and enjoy the silence, listening to sounds that I would not hear otherwise, and observing the workings around me as they unfold. I let things be as they are...

Here in the North, the rains are quite erratic. Sometimes, it rains heavily for days, while at other times it's pretty hot and humid.

Rain has its own story...it brings both expectancy and uncertainty, the fundamental realities of life, offering bountiful surprises and uncalculated risks, both with their beauty and lessons to be learned in the process.

Rain is the story of two lovers, Heaven and Earth, uniting after a long spell of separation...a deep inner sense of fulfillment, pure joy, and absolute love. The earth is revitalized as rain percolates through it, quenching its thirst and bringing it back to life from a dormant state. Just the way love is...

"As the drops dribble on my neck

On my arms and then my fingers

Slowly onto my legs and toes

It again merges with itself

While landing on the floor;

From Him are we born

Into this world

Unto Him shall we retire

After the day's work..."

By Nandini Sengupta

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