It’s raining again. Everywhere you see is chaos. People
leaving for work with umbrellas, rain coats, polythene sheets over their heads
or simply preferring to get drenched. Traffic is a total mess, thanks to the
roads that fit in between the pot holes, in this time of the season.
However, the hustle-bustle of a rainy day brings to surface
a variety of emotions. Some people feel happy that it brings relief from the
scorching heat, some crib about the water logging and slow traffic while some
just simply enjoy getting drenched. But I, I don’t feel anything. Rain takes me
to a world of silence. It brings a strange inner peace to me. I look at things
but don’t observe, hear the music playing in the car but don’t listen, read the
book but don’t comprehend it. I am accompanied by people but still alone; it’s
only this rain and me, in our own little world, away from this one.
When I can silence the noise outside, it helps me hear the
voice inside. It takes me back to moments that the rain brought in my life.
Playing with my siblings on the roof top of our house when I was young where I
would enact to be a mermaid, getting to school half drenched only to find out
that it’s closed and then coming back with no fear of the mud and getting the
uniform dirty, jumping over the college wall coz that was still a better way to
avoid getting my shoes wet by the water logging at the main gate, a walk by the
Jefferson Memorial in a light drizzle and many more such occasions. It helps me
rewind my life and at the same time, contemplate on the present and future.
While many a time, I get busy and don’t find the time to stop and look where
I’m headed to, rain brings me closer to myself.
So roll down those car windows, get those drops touch your
soul and try to listen to the voice that gets diluted in the noise. All you
need to do is to look up, feel the droplets and let your emotions take charge
of you.
