Exhilarating Elixir : RAIN

I am witnessing the sight of condensed moisture of the atmosphere falling as separate drops. To simplify, its raining!

To me, rain is a longing. As a child, it was like water coming as God’s gift to humans. But now, it feels more like a reason to stop and just stare. Isn’t it magic that one spell of rain can make everything look fresh and brand new? The lush green grass, the wooden fence, the red brick buildings and everything else that comes its way!

Actually, lets step back a little. When the black nimbus clouds envelop the sky, it makes the morning feel like the dusk. It is as if the sun is going through morning sickness and wants some more time in bed. Whoever knew nature and mankind converge much more than they diverge? As little kids, most of us made paper boats and left them to sail in the puddles. The exhilaration would be maximum during the first spells of the season. Considering the high degree pollution from industrial activity and vehicular emissions, acid rain is not uncommon.  However, I guess the  psychological utility we derive from running in the rain overpowers all other concerns.

And just then, it starts. The heavier the rain, the less visible are the droplets and what we perceive is more of a shower. This is the reason British refer to a heavy downpour as raining stair-rods! The lighter is the rain; closer to a drizzle, it is more like the clouds have queued up the droplets to let only one go at one time. An anonymous writer praises the rain saying that rain is the bravest creation of God for they are never afraid of falling. So profound!

It feels divine to hear the droplets fall on my feet and I have even tried to measure the time difference between any two. Why would somebody do that? Well, it just makes me feel alive to what every part of my surroundings is also going through. Hanamoto Hagumi beautifully expresses her views on rain and I couldn’t agree with her more. I quote her: “I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred and I feel like I melt right into it.”

There is one wonderful characteristic of rain: its unifying nature. Have you every felt any difference in the sound of rain across any continent all over the globe? Well, that’s the beauty of it! The sound of rain needs no translation. The drops aren’t synchronized yet they make the sound which is worth listening to. It’s so complete and uniform in itself that nothing could make it better.

Moreover, rainy season forms the intermittent and significant link between the seasons. It is the perfect goodbye to the summer and warmest welcome that can be offered to the upcoming chilly weather. Last but not the least, rain invites a multitude of avian fellas. One can see the brown headed barbet hiding in the thick tree cover. Who can miss the sight of robins hopping around only to make nature a more puzzling riddle?

To conclude, I discovered a word in the dictionary for a person who loves rain, finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. All such avid observers of rain are called Pluviophiles! I can imagine all of them saying aloud, “Rain, Rain, come again!”