It rained

Heavy, as heavy as the wild sea in ecstasy of a new found love...
And I got drenched…
I am writing from my little world about my rain even as I watch the other rain from the window through the little gap between the walls of the neighbor’s illegally encroached built up area and a poor little mason’s labour of love taking shape in the fear of being acquired by some government project or the other.
The rain and me were as close as close can get... whether it was making paper boats and playing in puddles of pure muck, or get drenched until all the silent agonizing tears of drained eyes lose their saltiness in the pouring fury of the sudden rain specifically sent down by the heavens to complement the tears…

I and my rain even had this secret pact on a rainy day, of drenching the school teacher on her way to school so we would be free to play in the verandah of the school when she was away… what fun!! And then all the other bacche would join us in play…

One rain that I won’t forget is the rain that poured down the newly built quadrangle of my junior college… we wee in a general English class and were doing Wordsworth’s “Daffodils” that hour. It was early august and as we started the discussion we heard the loud patter of rains falling down the quadrangle’s green sheets, every single person in class even the ‘I couldn care less’ kinda bullies were excited and restless, our lecturer realized she couldn’t hope to snub all that excitement and give Wordsworth a fair trial… so there we all went out onto the quadrangle and the entire hour we spent experiencing what Wordsworth described as an image that remained in his mind’s eye and would come back to him in a vacant or pensive mood, all this teamed with the excitement of our respective crushes watching us from 216, 215, 115 and ground floor. Awesome! That’s a rain that drenched all of us, me more so, without actually getting too wet.

Of course that was an unforgettable rain, but the best rain that I have ever experienced so far is the one that drenches me even when I merely think of it…
Rain in The harbour town! I was there for a vacation and a project (supposedly entrepreneurship!!) and the rain there is the real heavy cold and luke warm rain, rain in the beach, rain in the car, rain on the rooftop, rain at a music concert, rain on a heart wrenching walk under the canopy of trees… as I walked hand in hand with my partner in poetry a strange calm filled within, a calm that made me so restless that I wrote and wrote and wrote that night, whether it was the rain that caused me to write or the drenching I don’t know but well that was the best rain ever…
Now that the rain is almost stopping I am thinking of how I got drenched today, alone, on a concrete structure of lifelessness but there was still so much life in the rain a life that connected me to those millions of moments in rain that I have had and leapt in joy in unconnected music verses and unrehearsed fits of dance… thank god for rain and thank god for those who keep me company in getting drenched
Happy bday ‘V’