A WALK IN THE RAIN.......:)

“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”

This is exactly the view right now outside my bedroom. Breath-catching , Isn't it?......Like the last two weeks , it rained today. Heavily. I don't know if it was too much of tea or the whooping sensation in the pit of stomach  thinking about all the work to be done and lessons to be studied within a short span of time , 

which made me walk in the rain. I just had a very bad day and fight with my friends. I felt as if the whole of hell was let loose and nothing good happens ever in one's life.How can one live in such a world?! It was just drizzling by the time I was back from my school. I took out my umbrella and my Mp3-player (a very outdated one , considering today's Ipods , but always my constant companion.....:))

And I just walked. Walked and walked. Listening to my all-time favourites. The skies were just clearing after a heavy downpour.Cars , bikes and buses were buzzing around and was speeding away.And there were evening lights all around me - red , blue , yellow , white..........And for a second out there , I didn't mind being alive. I didn't mind doing all my work and fighting with my friends.It was nothing . It was just a walk in the rain , but it was something which made me realise that life was worth living - no matter how many thunderstorms and lightnings you have to encounter in your life , it will pass away at some point. All you want is the courage to face it and fight it to the end. Smiling at my own crazy philosophical theory, I walked back home , made myself a strong tea , picked up a book , chose the cozy corner of my room and settled down to read. Rain drops were lashing at the window pane.I opened the window a bit , for I didn't want whole of my bed to get wet and felt the raindrops . (And for a second , I did feel like Anushka sharma in "Rab ne Bana De Jodi"......:)........but the difference here was my mom screamed from below to stop the craziness of mine after a few seconds.) Sighing to myself , I closed the window and felt the rain thrashing at the pane.  I was suddenly back at my class 9 English class , and Rekha Mam was teaching "Song of the Rain" by Khalil Gibran........I could only recall some 8-9 lines , which was my favourite.........

"I touch gently at the windows with my 

Soft fingers, and my announcement is a 
Welcome song. All can hear, but only 
The sensitive can understand. 

So with love - 
Sighs from the deep sea of affection; 
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit; 
Tears from the endless heaven of memories."

This year's monsoon was indeed special for me. Sometimes the whole of the rain is an unwelcome guest for me. Especially in the mornings. I just want myself to curl tight and sleep under my blanket. Other times , I just beg for a rain to the good heavens.You know what is most beautiful about rains?? It just washes away all the dust and dirt of the summer imprints. And you can start everything new and afresh.

So , next time , you happen to pass by a heavy downpour , bid goodbye to your conscience and step out. Just feel the rain in your face. And trust me , its worth feeling it...........:D :)

After all , "life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. Its about learning to dance in the rain".......:)