Hello everyone! Now, before I start I want you all to imagine this…
It’s a Friday evening. you are alone at your house. Its raining heavily outside, the sky is all dark with the big black clouds. you are lying on your divan which is near to the window, facing the sky…the curtains are all flying so is your hair. In that dark evening, you lie there cuddling your pillow. You are reading a book listening to your favourite melody number in your iPod, occasionally sipping the hot cappuccino.
There is a cool breeze that chills both your body and mind, lightning and thunder, smileys and names on the frosted window glass, the inexpressible joy that enwraps your heart….. Altogether a romantic, melancholic, nostalgic, happy feeling runs through you
WOW!!! This- is- called- HEAVEN!!!
I love rain .well who doesn’t???
When it rains, of course it’s my childhood days, that come running to my mind….As I have told you in my previous posts, we lived in a traditional mansion there in Kerala.
when it rained it used to be such a pleasure to listen to the raindrops rapping the roofs. there always was a rhythmic pattern for that .that was because the roofing of such houses are actually done with red brick tiles… And I still remember how me and my sis used to play in the rain ,making paper boats and screaming along with the thunder.
And we have a big temple tank just in front of our house in my hometown and the sight of the tank getting filled with the rain water is another beautiful sight I would die for to see. The transparency of the water will just astonish anyone..you can see a picture of the tank here:_
|The house you see on the opposite bank is my cousin's and ours was just behind it:)|
The water level usually reaches a dangerous point during the monsoon. I still remember the day when I was young and went for a swim in one of the rainy days with my sis and cousins nearly drowned! It was really scary! But truly awesom
There it rained continuously without a break. If it stopped in between, we used to run towards the small trees in front of our house. with our little hands half hugging the little trees, we used to shake them with all our strength and what a bliss it was to feel the tiny raindrops on our face! We used to walk bare footed on the wet grass and the damp soil and have never felt it yucky because it just cannot be!:)
starting from the black clouds, petrichor,rainbows, everything about rain was so special... oh how I miss them all now……L…here it doesn’t even rain properly! SeriouslyL
Whether little Johnny wanted to play or not, the monsoon hits Kerala, on time, every time….but here it simply wont rain. guess the clouds here are a lot more happier, otherwise why aren’t they crying?;(:P