Its raining rain

I must confess, rains are my darlings! There is nothing like a good natural rain-soak, to drive the blues away. Countless Hindi movie directors subscribe to my view. Haven't we all seen the protagonists getting drenched in the rain, in the most poignant moments of the story line, or the amorous couple getting sensual, just to make the most of this weather.

For me, it's the sight of lush greenery during this season, that does the trick. Even the regular dusty parks begin to look bountiful in nature's beauty, thanks to a shower or two.There is nothing more therapeutic than quietly observing the tiny rain droplet delicately sliding along the leaf, only to make a plop sound in the puddle right below the plant or admiring the waxy texture of a glistening rain soaked rose. Cloudy and windy days, the fragrance of wet soil and the sound of a puddle being ripped apart by the tyres of a vehicle, cheer the kid in me.

The joy of making paper boats and making them float in a makeshift river on the road, that culminates into the great drainage not before making roundabouts around the sewage hole is a joy no video game can give. Umbrellas in vivid colours ranging from a bright red( my personal favourite) to sober black( go checkout Priyadarshan's films) dot the roads along with little children making that quintessential splash on each other by jumping on the puddles(Hajmola, anyone?). Waking up to a morning with its petrol scented monsoon whiff is a bliss, which only, we, the urbanites can savour.

But the lull before the literal storm is a delight in itself. Just minutes before a heavy shower, the sky turns overcast. The harsh sunlight is taken over by dark clouds, all too eager to have that perfect downpour. The trees do a mad dance by swaying their branches, at the very touch of that sensuous moist air. Doors bang with all their might, as if approving the arrival of this new phenomenon.Thunders, like trumpets, announce the grand arrival of the much waited ,season's first rainfall.

Come to think of it, just what is it with our fascination with the rains? Do we feel "cleansed" with every droplet running down our bodies? Or the sound of those collective drops hitting the ground with a vengeance make us rejoice about the fact, that those metallic roads, the omnipotent symbol of our daily drilling, have been finally beaten, albeit by a natural wonder? For some, it simply might just be a passage of time, where one season is followed by another and yet another.Change is definitely the law of nature and thank God for that.