Such a want for rain.

A big downpour, the Mumbai type baarish. Of course, I want to be sitting curled up at home by the balcony door, just watching it, fall in multi sized drops, looking all the same, a transparent sheet in the view. Smelling the rich earth, and sipping good coffee. Watching the leaves on trees sparkle and rejoice in the seasonal bath.
Eyes glazed in the distance and the mind soothed for a while, in awe of the white spread.
The sound of raindrops falling appealing as traffic lessens and human race disappears looking for shelter.
I can almost touch the rain and feel a shiver…


This is the middle of summer, intense heat, and I get this feeling like I am missing the rain, like it’s pouring for me and that I am not feeling it enough….

And life. How often do I get this feeling like I am missing life right in front of my eyes, not touching it enough, not watching it closely…

Such a want for rain.


And stagnation. The seasonal bath that washes away all stagnation and cleanses the spirit and recharges the numbing cells. How I wish not to sink further in this debris, in this monotony I call a routine. When I am probably, already at rock bottom. Can I let the rain flood this pool, and give myself a chance to get out?

Time to rise, is it? Time to feel the shiver…

Such a want for rain. For life, for a change…