Rain

As a kid someone had told me quite an interesting story about rains..which goes like this ...when clouds up in the sky get angry and fight with each other, it thunders on earth, afterwards as they apologize and start crying, that is when you get the rains. As a kid for years I believed that... imagination can take you anywhere and especially if it is that of a little girl.

I believed and believed everything that I read about rains in my poems and books ... soon was mature enough to feel it with my whole being. Some of my acquaintances thought of me as an adult, who is refusing to grow up, still caught in fairy tales but those stories that i grew up on as a kid became a strong instrument for my observation and fine tuned all my senses enough to savor the sweet earthy smell as the first drops touch the ground , to watch the tiny droplets hanging on to the leaves, the just bathed plants and trees -their happy faces...everything about the rain is just so beautiful, so fresh, so enchanting..like that of first love..it never dies.

Today also, as it rained ..I watched with the same wonder, smelled the earth ..my little balcony garden looked so fresh and happy ...I took a tiny droplet on my palm, and thought what would life be without you..barren and lifeless ..as someone has rightly said.."into each life, some rain must fall"....oh yes it must fall...