Rain : A Spell

  Rains bring a lot in their wake.

With lingering smell of rain mixed with the smell of wet mud, I stood there for a moment under the gloomy clouds. Cold, fresh water was coming down on my hands and as the droplets trickled down my body I stood there frozen, looking at the horizon above me. I had tears in my eyes but I was happy that no one could see it with the water falling on my face. Heavy rain had flooded the streets and it was an unnatural darkness of that evening. Thunder could be heard till long distance.

Under the covers of darkness I looked around, saw many things and for the first time in my life realized the fact that “Some people actually feel the rain like me while some just get wet”. I felt a blanket of happiness spread over the city as if the rain had washed away their pain.  I felt I have suddenly become a slave to the emotions which had been long locked up in my heart.

At a little distance, I saw a young man stopped his car, opened the door and stepped out in rain enjoying the water drops falling on his face. He was nostalgic remembering her beloved and smile adored his face. I felt as if he wanted the rain to quench his pain that he was holding inside him since long.

A young women of my age was wiping tears from her eyes as she touched the water drops. I could see the redness and puffiness in her eyes. She looked like an abused and dejected women totally unhappy in her marriage. “She might be her father’s princes once” I thought to myself. On the other side a little girl was laughing loudly after being lifted in air by her Daddy.

A litter of puppies running behind their mother caught my attention. The small ones were jumping in rain as if they got relieved from the scorching sun that had engulfed the city for months. Colorful umbrellas decorated the aura of the atmosphere. It made me forgive my pain and look at life with a different perspective.

Each one of them had their different wishes carved out in rain. And then I looked at myself still standing at the same place, frozen and watching everyone but with happiness in my heart. I looked up to the sky and let the drops fall on my face so that I can start to feel the rain.

 First Spell: I saw the first drops of water kissing mother Earth,

I saw her open up her arms and embrace every drop with care and warmth....
Droplets turned into drizzle and soon the brown carpet turned red,
As the ground soaked itself more and more with every minute that sizzled....
The trees shed away their weariness and cleansed themselves,
In the purest form of water pouring right from the skies....
The birds woke up from their slumber and peeked out of their nests,
Happy to see the rain which would in turn drive out many pests....
The animals jumped across to wet themselves,
To clean their bodies in the only natural shower that transpires....
It was indeed a lovely sight, indeed a lovely watch,
The glory of the first rain, nothing else can dare to match....

 

Song of the moments:

Nahi samne ye alag baat hai….. Taal

Ye sajish hai boondo ki….Fannaa