Drops of Rain

The indolent moments of my childhood days , brings forth moments in time,space and horizon in my minds eye. The dullness of the very moment,is very romanticizing !!!!
The Summer vacation afternoons used to be the most poignant solitary moments in my life. I never realized it then , but I cherish those anonymous moments now.
In India the Summer is often punctuated with unprecedented spells of lushing rainfall. It used to be these rainy spells that aroused the 'joy of living' in me.
The first drops of rain over the perched earth , with water seeping inside the fissures , the slushy fragrance emanating from them evokes a wonderful reminiscence. The sky over cast with Grey clouds , pregnant with heavy water , the gushing blows of stormy winds used to flutter my thoughts. My mind traveled unto the unknown territory with utter bewilderment. My earthly existence lost significance , I was journeying into the flights of imagination over the joyride of the Grey clouds.
The rainy days evokes some poetic feelings in every soul. So each one of my gentry might have scribbled some doggerel penning their thoughts on this subject. The Indian peacock struts , when the cloud roars. The droplet hangs on the tip of the twig , hoping to get immersed in the clear flowing stream beneath. The full cycle completes for the particles of rain. Up above the cloud , they are born to meet their final destination. The cycle of birth and death finds resonance in this allusion.The Human life is yearning for the ultimate sojourn into the divine. So do the water droplets longing to disappear into the seas finds an exit way into their journey towards the sea.

I had never read old literary marvels of our country . But I am aware of the mention of rain as a romantic messenger for the estranged lovers across lands. The dark clouds carry the message of loneliness and yearning across the lovers set apart by distance and time.
Their pine is resounded in the roar of the clouds !!!
The heavy downpour continues unabated , making the lives of the have-nots in our society more painful . They lose their homes and means of livelihood. The haves marvel at the beauty of nature and compose serenades for their beloved. But the world on the other end is grim . They suffer from indignation and want of basic amenities of life. They are vulnerable to the water borne diseases , thunder storms, homelessness , joblessness and even electrocution.
But remaining a foot soldier for furthering the cause of aesthetics , I can vouch that rainfall amid the perched earth brings boundless joy in the lives of millions. The rainy season is synonymous with prosperity of a nation.
After the rain has fallen the tumult in our soul subsides. The weary traveler in the path of life finds some solace in the succor provided by mother nature.
So I am indebted to those dull inactive afternoons of my summer vacation , which lended this beautiful subject unto me. Hail the indolent afternoons of my summer days in School !!!