... and then 'Finally' it rained.

The year past brought rains after a summer of hope and fallen dreams. So the rain with its gloom and darkness, its noisy silence and sombre cocoon was like a hot broth to a starved beggar in a snow laden land. It gave solace and offered comfort, in a way no company or tome could provide. I vividly recall countless hours spent watching the trees and glades lustily succumb and submit to a stronger power willingly, enjoying the ritual, joyously. It was serene, to watch something to ordinary and overlooked, and find new meaning in something so old. I wanted to hold those treasured moments, enigmatic in some ways, deeply engraved in the grooves of my mind.


I was anxiously waiting for monsoon to begin this year, not much unlike an Indian farmer who waits to see his land conceive. I eagerly waited to know, if the magic would return? If the unexplainable yearning would join the gray clouds, if the mysterious warmth that merged with the cold drops that fell would still be felt? And Oh, the joy I felt when I first heard the thunder rumble again. When the lightning streaked across the night sky I felt my heart leap, like that of a lady's when she hears the hooves of her lover's steed and I heard myself sigh, a sigh of relief and only one thought crossed my mind, "Finally!".
The romance, blatantly obvious, added another ironic humor. However, solitude has its own romance to show. I take walks alone down empty lanes, with rain softly rolling down me. If all this sounds like a picturesque some novel or movie, living it no less dramatic. The sounds, the hues, the zephyr and the beauty, they all arouse a feeling of sensuality and passion, spurt some heady zest that evoke a state of madness.
A romantic by soul, these months are going to be an adventure and an enlightenment. I delve into parts of me rarely explored, and feel emotions rarely experienced. This has always been the time when I can feel there are still little blessings left on the earth . Love comes in these little blessings and thts the magic of it.

" .... the little drops fell on my face, I looked up
and it was the first and last blessing for me,
my secret joy , my love for somebody i have not seen ,
and then i realized, Finally it has rained "