Feel the rain on your skin no one else can feel it for you, is the only song in my mind as I watch it pour outside. I love the rain. To those who think only sunshine brings happiness, I say "you have never soaked in the rain."
As I walk to the school armed with my umbrellas to pick up the kids, I look around me; folks searching for that awning to stand under and here I am walking under the open sky with my umbrella tilted just ever so slightly to the left, so I can feel the droplets on my face. It's the one time, I do not care about looking out of place. The water makes me come alive. If I wasn't trying to protect the kids from this freezing cold shower from the heavens, I would have thrown the umbrella and soaked in the pure blessings of mother nature. Water is the essence of life. Two thirds of this Earth is water, we spend thousands to go on vacations and stay in an ocean front property; yet a few drops of water and we scout for cover. Humans! We are without a doubt the most contradictory species alive.
Once home, I brew my cup of tea and sipped on it staring aimlessly at the magic outside. Random thoughts of child hood crossed my mind. One incident that has stayed with me from a long time ago.. it must be the early 90's or maybe even the end of 80's.. regardless, it was a scorching, absolutely brutal Indian summer. The Earth was parched and after many chants from the gurus, the clouds came and poured. I remember running out on the terrace and just throwing my arms up to soak in the rain. It was a liberating moment, wherein the stare of a stranger did not pass through the water shield I was surrounded by.
Rain like love embraces you from head to toe and soaks us with pure innocent droplets from the skies as the clouds play cupid. Romance the rain for it gives you the chance of slowing down to release your inhibitions and splash puddles like you once did as a child. Romance the rain just because. The continuous pitter patter or raindrops on my window makes me inexplicably happy.
If weather was food, sunshine would be a scrumptious chocolate cake, a delicious bite would warm our souls. Wind would be a spicy tangy sauce, jolting us with its bite. Snow would be ice-cream, frosty cold frosty and yet so comforting. Rain would be what it is; plain pure refreshing water, blending effortlessly with all foods and moods. There really is no such thing as bad weather, just different kinds of weather. Good or bad is a human concept.
The seasons exist for a reason, without them our Earth would not be the living planet that it is.
"Next time it rains on you, step outside and don't just get wet, but try and walk in the rain. The truth is if there was no rain, there would be no rainbow."