Life, Words & Us

I wrote this yesterday in my morning pages:

It’s raining outside. The hills are covered with clouds, almost invisible, almost camouflaged with the sky. The rain is pouring calmly, as if it just wants to be a part of your day, and not hamper it! People are continuing to play sports outside, in the gentle company of the drizzles, soaking in the monsoon weekend they truly needed to unwind.

I never really liked rain. Maybe it was due to a hustling lifestyle, which I hate during the monsoon season. Now, since I am focused on creating a slow lifestyle, I am starting to quietly enjoy it!

Yesterday was nice. However, too much of anything is bad, especially when you have a love-hate relationship with it! And Rain! My old nemesis, oh, I just want to take a break from it, or it should take a break from me, or I’ll keep cursing it in my write-ups! Whatever…

Why Do I Hate Rain?

Reason #1 — I had an accident in 2011, caused due to slipping in the rain. No, I wasn’t walking. I was riding a two-wheeler, and it kind of skidded on the road and smashed me into the back of a car! I am okay now! But the back glass caused a lot of damage!

Reason #2 — Since I have issues with filthiness, rain causes a lot of it! Everything is so wet and smelly all the time! Ugh, gross. (That’s what she said…had to). Any average human with even a teeny-tiny thing for cleanliness would agree, and my level is almost as high as Monica Geller’s! (Now you get it.)

Things I Love About Rain

I like the way the first rain smells. The trees glow up, welcoming the Monsoon. The roads get a wash-up. The sunshine starts to feel like a gentle kiss, because the Sun shows up like a long-distance lover, only once in a while! The clouds gather up to pour their hearts out, as we embrace them with empathy. Sometimes they pour too much, like a breakdown, and we do relate.

I love that rain, whenever it comes, first brings cheer, leading to fear, followed by gloom, ending up in sorrow, and eventually leaves with a glimmering Sun of hope.

If I were a member of the Rain Council

I’d be a cloud out of all.

I’d collect memories of the Arabian Sea, which was once my only source of existence. After bidding it farewell, I’d make my way to live a life, hustling through the wind and pouring the best of my skills into my purpose.

That’s what we can learn from the Monsoon, I think…I guess this is what remains of my love-hate relationship with the Rain.