It is raining outside, a steady fall of cheerful drops. I look outside, while am gathering my thoughts, again. Rains always make me do that. Especially such.
Cheerful the droplets sound, together. This sound beat is no less than a pleasant sufi composition to my ears. It always cheers me up. It is doing the same to me now too. It’s affecting the plans I have for the evening. But I do not feel saddened. Plans can be remade. Such rains are rare.
I adore such rains that have a knack of showmanship. They lead with a thorough built-up.
Elaborate gathering of the hazy clouds in the sky. Gradual darkening of the surroundings. Disjointed, but equally systematic, flashes of lightenings filling the skies. Followed so aptly by a symphony of angered rumbles. Unhurried arrival of tiny droplets. And the final showdown with the downpour. Show doesn’t end. Post-climactic spans of the gleeful nature leaves one mesmerised.
Today’s is one such showman. It, indeed, has left me mesmerised. Rejuvenated!