I love the rain.
There’s few things in the world that I love more than the rain.
And here in India, rain isn’t something you see everyday. We have a season for it: June to September. And needless to say, it’s one of my favourite parts of the year.
And I’m from Mumbai, without the rains, we’d probably have so little.
And this year, more than the others, I really really appreciated the rains. And when the season came to an end, I was upset and distraught and scared. My summer was eventful and borderline life-changing. And the rains were an essential component of this. The summer, I grew and discovered myself and the world around me. And the rains were such an integral part, I didn’t know how the commence the next part of my life without the rain.
And yesterday evening, like a prayer being answered, it began to pour. And I know that this a part of a larger natural phenomenon including a cyclone around my state, and that there are lives and properties being lost. But I just love the rain so much that my heart was so happy and fulfilled and satisfied.
Think of a time in your life when you had to let someone go. Okay no wait, that didn’t have the intended effect. Okay, a time when you had to distance yourself from someone, or you got distanced by them as a result of life and atmospheric changes. And then in life you’ve moved on, you’re surviving. Not all that happy, but going. And then one day, out of the blue, you see this person waiting outside the door to your house, for you.
That’s the rain for me.
The rains are like a state of mind. A place to be. An environment. It’s a blanket, a womb. It makes the world so much more beautiful and calm. It plays with all your senses. Bewitching your mind. It’s art to me.
And last night, I even wrote a song inspired by the rain. It’s not much theoretically or sonically, but it holds a special place in my heart because I drew the ideas from the rain. This morning, I got a lot of work done. Somehow my brain was in such a good, calm mood, that I got shit done. And after that, I spent some time reading by a window. It was almost magical. Flash forward a few hours and I was walking, sitting and eating ice cream, with friends, in the rain. And despite the fact that from a friendship standpoint, this interaction wasn’t much, I’d do anything to live it again.
Today’s rain will stop by tomorrow morning. And I can’t wait till next June.