January Rain

It’s a beautiful day…
No sign of the sun, only heavenly drops of rain washing the earth of all that’s impure and dishonest. Almost like a second chance; to change, to revert and start with a fresh mind and heart.
The rain reveals a new side of who I am.
Almost like flaunting a previously secret shade that has been camouflaged by the mundane life and monotony of the sunshine.
And the blissful combination of the perfect chill and the monsoon give true meaning to some of the most beautiful songs you must have ever heard.
Like the gentle strums of a guitar, that makes you feel, like everything around you just freezes, while you take a walk with your thoughts.
Some songs just seem like they have been made for the rain…Almost as if it would be a sin to enjoy them otherwise.
The rain is magical.
It makes me want to leap and dance without a care of the world. It brings with it fairy dust and sprinkles it every where it trickles.
It makes me want to belong to something. Only what, I don’t know.
It’s so thrilling, it’s almost sad…
I like how the world appears in the milieu of rainfall. An indigo tinge to the malice and evil, makes it invisible, and highlights the concealed beauty of the world around you.
The splendor of a priceless conversation with someone you enjoy talking to, a drive in wild mist, or just curling up, in bed with a book make living worthwile.
Merely looking out of the window of a car, or sipping coffee in a café, makes the evening so meaningful, certainly not a waste of time.
Ever observed the little drops that trickle down the glass window pane? Don’t they resemble millions of tiny comets bombarding the ground, one after another…Only to make the ambience so magnificent, that it hurts to see them vanish.

There’s something so serene and magical about this day. Almost makes you feel like your falling in love. But with what and who, is the quest.
And I like the quest…because the process is much fun than already having found your target.
Its strange, how, when it rains, your mind automatically turns to thoughts that are placid and wishful.
I dream when it rains…and as ironic as it sounds, I wish it would rain on me…forever.