Sound of Rain

"There is nothing better than to wake up with a smile on your face."

It was around 5:10 in the morning when my sleep was intervened by something more beautiful than some about to be fulfill dreams. It was the sound of rain. I hurriedly moved my blanket and headed towards the window. Everything felt fresh. All my morning indolence was dislodged by the first sprinkle of water on my face. The misty cold breeze has awoken all my senses.

There was calming silence in the pitter-patter of the rain. The night sky was still waiting to be dissolved in the morning light. With each thunder, the meandering rain increased its intensity. The howling of the wind was informing its new speed. Leaves were rustling to their own beat and, the street lamps were projecting the glowing street. Every element was beautifully coordinating with each other. It was like a pleasing harmony being played on a beautiful backdrop.

I was awestruck, and this feeling was not unfamiliar. Rainy days have been always my favorite. The thought of rain fills my heart with joy. How with the first rain everything changes! Everything becomes new and fresh. Colors, the flora had shed over time suddenly becomes fully saturated. Petrichor fills the air with memories. Nature comes alive.

"A good book, hot 'chai' and your favorite fried fritters, what better way to enjoy the rain"

I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, my peripheral sight caught a glimpse of an uncertain movement. A woman and her child were rushing in and out of a shed. The shed which seems to be their home was poorly balanced on a few wooden logs and was covered by a patched canvas. The ground in front of the shed was overspread by uneven wild grass and their was a dim lantern glowing from the shed.

Their faces had similar expressions and were working silently as if they were accustomed to their duty. I could feel their angst. The child who seemed be an 8 year old was helping her mother by taking all their essentials inside the home. On the other hand, the woman was continuously running with a broken bucket inside their home after the rain water it collects. The whole process lasted for 10 minutes, and after which both of them silently waited for the rain to stop. Their prayers were visible in their eyes. They were thankful for the god to be merciful.

How perception changes with each person! The thing which was enjoyment to me was essential for someone's living. The rain which was, visual theatre to few was more than just a drop of water. It was not just a longed rain to be felt it was an important event in someone's life.

P.S. SAVE WATER with any possible ways.

"It is not just a drop of water, it is a falling life to be saved."