Of rains and storms..!!!

Wild thoughts on a stormy night, while walking in the rain, letting it wash all the sorrows off your chest. Doesn't it make you feel rejuvenated and alive and everything around you appear fresh? Doesn't it make you feel the way you have never felt before?

 “Let the rain wash away,

All the pain of yesterday.”

Yes it does that! It washes away the mud off the paths we tread on every single day.  It makes us look at every pit-stop and every destination with a new perspective. It makes the journey worthwhile and memorable. In short, the rains present everything around you in a light you have never seen before. The shrubs, the trees, the flowers, the roads, the river, the ocean…! The ocean!! The vast ocean is one of the best sights I have ever come across during the monsoon. The vast, agitated ocean! There’s an underlying unrest to it. And when the waves slap the rocks and crash on the shore, they seem to speak of all of that.. The agitation… The unrest… The end to its longing to be set free by the forces of nature… The wish to smother everything that stands in the way of its freedom! The determination to make all that come true!!

I would so love to stand on top of a lighthouse to witness all this. Be a spectator to the miracles of nature. See the thunderstorm build up and the lightening play games in the wild sky. I wish to feel the rain fall peacefully on my face and hear the frothing and bubbling ocean scream about being free. It would be so soothing to my ears. Such tranquility!

Getting soaked in the rain is another thing I have always looked forward to as a child. And something I still look forward to as an adult. Monsoon showers. Mumbai rains. And I am so far away from them. But the rain back home reminds me of a captured soul and about how every time it rains it forces people to stay indoors. Because it doesn't rain there, it pours! But when it rains in Nashik, it feels great. It gives everything a new life. And the wind blows crazily along with it, making it appear as if it is blowing a new life in everything living.

I would also love to sit down near a window and trace the path the raindrops make as they trickle down the glass window. And I would love to look out to see that the world is eagerly waiting and praying for the rain to stop so that tomorrow would be brighter than today. And that the new day which comes, will be devoid of all the problems that accompanied the storm. But along with that, it will also be a day to measure the damage caused due to the stormy night. The night the wind and the rain seemed to have a life of their own! A life so powerful, it ruffled everything up. A life less thought of and a life with a hidden meaning to it. But the wind still blows and the rain still continues to fall, making things appear as if they are falling apart. But maybe they are actually falling together.

Sometimes the storm also comes with the feeling of losing everything. But maybe, this stormy night is really just waking us up. And maybe the things that appear to be falling apart are actually just about to rise up in a new shape. Maybe when we wake up after such a night, we will wake up to a whole new creation. A whole new washed up morning. And maybe, just maybe, we will wake up to something better. Better than it was before the storm passed!