Raindrops sew the threads of bliss and drum to create a symphony, calling out the world to get soaked in all of it, to dilute all your sorrows. Come walk with me, dance with me, and Sing with me in the rain.
The splashes of water and beads of pearl all over my face makes me feel to have all my sins rinsed off my skin and when I open my eyes to see how else have embraced the season of desires, I find that each and every minutest fragment of nature has draped the silver film to hold the cold of rain that might seep into our souls to revive the dryness within. The mammatus clouds plunge and hang down to closely look the effects of their kind gestures creating smiles, inviting tears, making moments. Mud-luscious soil that offers a soft ground for our feet and pass on the sensation throughout the body helps in inducing a strength to squeeze it between the fingers and the toe and shout aloud to match the pitch with that of thunders.
When I lie down on the ground, a bit floating in water and watch the drops falling down straight from the chest of the sky, sometimes I move to miss their hits but could not defeat all of them. They keep on hitting me till I get all drenched and surrender myself in this little game. I listen to the variant music they create, one while dripping down the core of the leaves into the lakes full of dancing holes and swimming ripples, while striking the tin roof and then sliding across its brim to make a curtain, while making smaller rivers across the roads, between the woods and into the rushing rivers. How alive and awakened everything in rain becomes as if everyone is thanking for this serendipity that refreshed the bond of nature with the nature.
