I was in a hurry to get outside of hostel. It was too late, it’s already 9.45. I want to reach office at least by 10. When I get out of the hostel door, it suddenly started raining. It wasn’t just raining, it was pouring outside. Earlier I used to love every second of the rain. But in this busy metropolitan city I’m too busy to enjoy the beauty of rain. I returned to my room, got one umbrella and hurried into the rain. I was not feeling the rain, but I got wet in rain. I was thinking about my clothes (unfortunately I was wearing a white coloured salwar and dupatta) & my slippers which may get wet in rain. Even in this hurry, I noticed two little children coming opposite to me, a boy and a girl dressed in their uniform. The girl seems to be elder than the boy and she is holding an umbrella for the little boy.
Seething this my thoughts went back to my childhood. On days like this I used to feel happy and amazed at the beauty of rain. I always loved rain. In Kerala, my native; rain starts in June. It’s also the school reopening time when the rainy season starts. We, me and my brother used to walk in the rain together, play in rain and have a lot of fun in those days. The raindrop seems to be dancing on the roads. It was blowing with the wind and running off the roofs and windows. It was also making it’s way through the leaves of the trees, and pooling together into an endless puddles and miniature lakes on the ground. On one side of the pavement water will be flowing, we used to walk through that water and play in that.
Rain is symbolic, it’s like life. If I want to describe the beauty of rain, It will be difficult for me to find apt word to describe it. Rain drops are really amazing. As it is poured upon the earth it is taken by all at that moment. It splashes and dances and this has the ability to make a “dreary” day look alive and cheerful.
The rhythm of rain is really beautiful. It always cools our heart and brings peace to our heart. Whatever state we are, when we listen to the music of rain, the sound of the falling drops pacifies our heart and makes our heart calm and quiet.
The rain drops are captured by the roots of the grasses and forms a solid droplet (Kannithulli in regional language) which we used to pluck during our school days. We used to compete with ourselves to find who is collecting the biggest one.
The green fields, blue waters and the rain pouring into my umbrella, I used to walk through our fields during my childhood. It was really refreshing and I found a lot of joy in rain. Kerala is blessed with a lot of scenic beauty, it is more beautiful when it rains.
Spring warms and revives us. We need the moisture of spring not only to help the earth grow, but to help us to grow as well. And so this morning it rained and rained and rained. It is every bit as beautiful as sunshine just in a different way. I felt that that I’m missing rain a lot. I always loved rain to all my heart. I decided to feel the rain than to get wet in the rain. I really miss rain...........
Seething this my thoughts went back to my childhood. On days like this I used to feel happy and amazed at the beauty of rain. I always loved rain. In Kerala, my native; rain starts in June. It’s also the school reopening time when the rainy season starts. We, me and my brother used to walk in the rain together, play in rain and have a lot of fun in those days. The raindrop seems to be dancing on the roads. It was blowing with the wind and running off the roofs and windows. It was also making it’s way through the leaves of the trees, and pooling together into an endless puddles and miniature lakes on the ground. On one side of the pavement water will be flowing, we used to walk through that water and play in that.
The rhythm of rain is really beautiful. It always cools our heart and brings peace to our heart. Whatever state we are, when we listen to the music of rain, the sound of the falling drops pacifies our heart and makes our heart calm and quiet.
The rain drops are captured by the roots of the grasses and forms a solid droplet (Kannithulli in regional language) which we used to pluck during our school days. We used to compete with ourselves to find who is collecting the biggest one.
The green fields, blue waters and the rain pouring into my umbrella, I used to walk through our fields during my childhood. It was really refreshing and I found a lot of joy in rain. Kerala is blessed with a lot of scenic beauty, it is more beautiful when it rains.
Spring warms and revives us. We need the moisture of spring not only to help the earth grow, but to help us to grow as well. And so this morning it rained and rained and rained. It is every bit as beautiful as sunshine just in a different way. I felt that that I’m missing rain a lot. I always loved rain to all my heart. I decided to feel the rain than to get wet in the rain. I really miss rain...........
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