If you ask me what the best thing about my place is, I would say it is the monsoons. Starts in June usually. But it has been wavering forwards and backwards over the past few years . First rain is always very special. The skies rumble as if its calling out and telling everybody that the wait is over. The clear skies would soon be covered with grey clouds. I like walking up and down my courtyard when it is about to rain. As the first few drops kiss the earth, the odour of the earth will be drawn to your soul. No wonder this place is called "God's own country". The drizzle would soon promote itself to heavy showers. The fade of the trees and plants will be gone in mere minutes. Roses always have an extra scent in them when it rains. Droplets of water will slide along the surfaces of leaves, dancing over its way to earth. They patter on roof tops as if trying to wake the house up after the long summer. As far as I'm concerned, the best thing that can accompany a heavy rain would be a cup of coffee.
Back during school days it was not a new thing to forget to load your bag with an umbrella. And most often, the walk back home, would be in the rain. Used to love the walk. The feel of rain drops dripping over your face is something anybody would fall in love with. My shirt would soon be soaking wet and hugging onto my body. There are loads of memories associated with rain. There used to be a friend of mine (not to mention the name or I would be dead meat soon) who had a crush on his neighbour and they used to travel in the same private van to school. The downpour was pretty heavy that day. This guy acted as if he forgot to take his umbrella so that he could share the umbrella with the gal. Luckily for him the plan worked and our circle of friends soon received a phone call later that day with a boringly elaborate description of a 10 minute walk.
Football in the rain is another unforgettable experience. Football has never been my cup of tea, but the muddy ground can always be used to your advantage if you 've the ball. But always had to watch out for ruthless players who would come flying into you from nowhere taking you with their trajectory. Nobody was ever bothered about getting hurt. Goals used to be followed by screaming out allowed and throwing oneself in the mud. It was last year while I was returning from the uni I believe that it started raining heavily all of a sudden. Climate in the UK is unpredictable. I pulled my hood over to cover my head. But that didn't prevent the heavy rains from keeping my head dry. The twenty minute walk flashed glimpses of the life I lived back home and during college days. It is often good to turn around and rejoice and above all be thankful about the life one has been given.
I won't say those days are gone yet. Life still has loads of surprises in store. Memories made in the rain always get reloaded when the monsoon returns. The brain "googles" them out automatically. People change but rains don't. They return every year to see how things have changed. To see how you have grown. To listen to what you got to say. And in the end to tell you that life is an occasion to love, share and celebrate.
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