crazy.rain.

So it rained. The season of indulgences is finally here. It’s amazing to sit at the big window and stare at the rain lashing in all its glory into the beautiful Mandovi. It’s mesmerizing to watch the river go wild at the confluence and behave like the sea herself.

It’s amazing to hear the different sounds of rains- when it is rattling on the metal sheets above the garage, when it is ramming into the big glass window pane, swishing into the small pools of water on the road, gushing into the river, clattering on the tiled roofs, whispering in the woods…

It’s amazing how beautiful the rain can smell. Always so same, yet so different. Refreshing mud smell, crisp surroundings, seasonal flowers, inviting fried foods, the sinful coffee…

It’s amazing how the rain tastes. Irresistible. To all, from the kids in the garden staring right into the sky, to the bike riders who taste the rain that drizzled down.

It’s amazing how the rain feels. Soothing on the sun kissed skin, light sprinkles on the face to freshen you up. Or sometimes pricking like needles even through that small space in the helmet, lashing like a whip, sometimes, and peacefully showering on others.

It’s so impossible not to be sensitive, vulnerable, and delicate in rains. .

Also, it’s impossible not to be crazy… By the way, am I the only one, or is there anyone else who can’t resist the temptation of singing loudly while riding in rain?



picture courtesy @Sharafat Khan

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