The First Rain

I woke up to the sound of the first rain on the roof today.. The poetic "pitter-patter" sounded like a symphony to beat the sighs of the harsh summer heat.. It was a realisation that the rain would never have been so welcome had it followed a cold winter.. The summer is a necessity to make me realise how important the rain was.. Just like distance is necessary to make people realise how much they miss someone.. 

The rain - it inspires people to do things.. It means different things to different people.. The smell of earth wet by rains..

To me, rain is to be the naughty kid again and spreading the arms wide open to welcome the rain and get drenched! It means new journeys and flying away to explore the destinations on my "places to visit" list.. It means getting out the guitar and singing songs about the rains.. It means getting the camera out and click more photographs.. To me, rain is to see - the green all around me.. To listen - the wind blowing freely and birds beating their wings dry.. To smell - the earth relieved to have the rains after a dry four months.. to taste - a hot cup of tea and bhajiyas to go with it.. ;) and to feel - the rain drops on my face.. 

It inspires me to write, to pen down my thoughts, no matter how amateur or childish they sound.. To me, the rain inspires happiness! :)

Happy monsoons!!!