Petrichor

It rained.

It rained and the drops of rain fell on me as I reached out my hand out of my old balcony.

My skin felt the touch of an old friend, when these drops said hello to my hand.

These drops weren't as cold as they appeared. Rather, they were warm.

Warm enough to bring back those days when I told my friends to make paper boats,

Because I was no good at 'Art and Craft' and I wanted to sail these little places where no pirate would imagine to sail.

We ran along with the boat. A child's curiosity in knowing how things will turn out in the end.

 

I remember, I used to tie a long sewing thread on a thin wooden stick in the giant pool of rainwater and tell people that I was fishing and 'move out of the way!'

Ohh, what a weird kid, I was.

But it was all better than playing video games.

Now, I don't see no paper boats, and no happiness in people when it rains.

 

Going to school was all fun, umbrellas were kept open like it was all 'planned exhibition',

'Mine's better' was a common line when we compared those metal beings.

Mine had a switch that when pressed, it automatically open the umbrella.

I was humble about it while other kids said 'so cool!!!!'

 

And I was never that good at sports but I always played.

Maybe, because of the good friends, I played with.

We used to play even when it rained.

That feeling of running on grass, with a mixture of mud and grass on your calves and shorts can not be explained.

  

Because my love for petrichor can never be enough. I'm always up for it.

The lighting tries to reach it's arms around earth, and that powerful bass that we call thunder, is just icing on top.

All these things sound so beautiful even when you imagine it.

 

But there's another part of me, that considers these drops from heaven as a feeling of sadness.

You can easily find 'break-up quotes' that relate to rain.

'I will stand in the middle of rain, so that you don't see my crying' bounce way over my head.

If there's a part of me that says I don't like rain, then it will probably be the time

when the trains start running slow,

Traffic jams and cars pacing their way out of the pool of water

Even when they see you standing near them.

And in the end, I like rain because of the tales of my young adventure come with it.

 

Rain and Tea and Samosas, you ask?

I'm always up for it.

You know I can make Bhajiyas, if you want?

I love rain And I love splashing my feet on water through the footwear that turns muddy

And I smile.

Smile like I've gone back to the age of 6 again.

I smile, whenever it rains.

And Sometimes, I close my eyes and smell the petrichor.

 

Yes, I would like to smile if I see some of those paper boats.

I'd have my friends teach my children how to be good at making those boats.

I close my eyes and soon realize that 'I've forgotten to bring my umbrella, AGAIN!'

It rains.

It rains and my heart speaks to me at that very moment, saying

'Some things never change.'