This classifies as one of the best days of the year. It is the day of the first rain. Early this morning I woke with a start to the most exceptional sound ever. The sound of rain, not the drizzle kind, but the constant swooshing type!
I couldn’t help myself. I had to see this; I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. It was gorgeous… The light was still the gentle color of dawn… but instead of pinks and oranges… there was this bright grey. The skies had upturned a few buckets and it was coming down. The breeze was cool. Beautiful!
Instinct told me to run out and dance in the rain. And just when I was about to, my brains kicked in and I noticed the time. 6.30 am is no time to go prancing about in the rain or anywhere for that matter. So I did the next best thing and cuddled back into my blanket and watched the skies…
Dreaming of other first rains… of times spent…
Going to school on a bicycle, getting drenched by the time you got there. Leaving wet trails in hallowed academic halls, and praying that it would keep raining hard so we would let off early. Never coming home even if this did happen, being with friends was more fun.
A few years later bicycles gave way to other 2 wheelers, this time capable of maniacal speeds. Now if the rain was good and the spirit even better, no one made it to class… choosing instead an out of the way place to eat something, or just drive around without getting caught by any parents.
Reveling in the visual delight of college campuses lush green with the water cascading off the foliage making puddles all over the place. Cutting class to have that steaming cup of tea, sometimes even managing dalwadas, bhajias or makai butta.
When a little older, romancing in the rain! Going for long drives in a car; listening to love songs and holding hands in the little cocoon. Or maybe choosing a bike instead, holding each other tight, letting the water cool blushing faces.
If feeling a little more serene; taking long walks with friends or sitting with them having a few drinks (that keep getting diluted) and listening to the sound of ghazals playing indoors.
In a more carefree mood, lying in the grass with eyes shut… or better still playing in the rain with a young one, for whom this is still a new thing.
And no matter what stage you were at, eventually coming indoors, having a hot shower and then sitting by the window watching nature’s spectacle.
I have done all this and more. I can’t wait for the monsoon to set in well, to relive some of these moments. At least those that can be… For the rest, if you ever see me sitting by the window staring out, you will know what I am thinking.
…pehli pehli baarish ki chitte, pehli baarish bheegey ho ho…
2 comments:
first rain is indeed special. probably more special to the farmers.
thanks for shring those moments
I love the rains too...anywhere! Done all of the things you mentioned - except lie on the grass (ground maybe too mushy?). Haven't played in the rain with my little one either....but have made paper boats to float on puddles, after the rain stops.
Priya.
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