Lluvia
There are few things in life as soothing as a spell of rain after a scorching hot day. When those fluffy balls of water vapor gather together and paint themselves in darker hues as if preparing for a masquerade, when the breeze carries a chill and rustles dusty leaves in its wake, when the drums of heaven roar with their majestic boom, it is as if Nature is coming together for a theatrical wonder. And by chance if you happen to have some free time on your hands to enjoy the show, know that the Gods of Luck have chosen you to be the blessed one today.
Today is one such day, as I slump in my room and watch the sky darken and rumble before the storm. I sit in front of my computer and ramble upon the weather, barely stopping to think if any of this is even coherent. I don't know, I am not thinking, I am just letting the emotions in my heart take reign over my fingers as they type-type-type away. It's a melancholy kind of rain today, or maybe it's not and it's just my mood painting the weather.
Have you ever stopped to think just how amazing the heavenly shower is? Water evaporated from the seas by a giant fireball millions of miles away, carried by the wind for hundreds of kilometers, nurtured in the womb of the atmosphere for months before the firmament finally graces us with their sweet summer child and the Earth welcomes it with soothing petrichor, only for the cycle to repeat itself again and again and again.
Have you ever wondered how that first droplet that falls on your lips as you walk back from work might contain the same water molecules that once dripped on your grandfather when he was walking back home years ago?
Have you ever stood mesmerized by the purple streaks of light darting through the sky and wondered why you didn't run to take shelter from that sheer destructive force?
Have you ever sat beside a window and heard the pitter patter of rain and thought how much it resembles the sound of a dancer's anklet if it were made of liquid bliss?
Have you ever stood in the rain and cried? Just stood there looking at the sky and let the tears flow? Or maybe you wailed resoundingly, assured that the torrent would drown out your voice and keep your sorrow a secret. Were you ever raked with sobs so violent that it sent you crashing down on your knees and you couldn't differentiate between your tears and the rain? It's such a lonely feeling, yet you're never alone. The rain hugs you, blankets you, washes away all your anguish and pain and whispers gently in your ears, "It will all be okay. You're not the first to feel this, nor will you be the last. Just let it go. It will be fine." It's the Nature's ultimate reminder : you're alive, you're breathing, and that's all that matters. And when the skies finally relent, you're calmer. The problems of the world still need to be solved, but you don't worry.
After all, the water in your blood that gushes through your heart and arteries and veins was also, once, rain.
~Sarthak


















