A Spectacle to Behold

The one thing I love about the rain is its freewill and independence. It comes and goes as it pleases. Like a king it sits on a throne deciding the fate of its petty subjects, making its own rules and time tables. Nobody can dare demand its arrival but can merely plea for a light shower. It indulges in its self-created significance as eager farmers and people wait its arrival hungrily. Like a Bollywood star it can drive its fans crazy, agonize them just to catch a glimpse of it. But when it comes, it bewitches the famished as the water pours over the dried up lakes and wells.

The rain spares no one with its charm. Everyone is tempted by the rain as they push open their windows with the first of falling drops. Not many can resist the urge to strip off their clothes and go dance, out in the rain. The symphony of the plummeting drops evokes the memories of the sagas, the rain unfolds. One reminisces of the day he walked hand in hand with his lover, down a lonely street, in the rain or of the chaotic dance steps he and his friends had choreographed on a day like this.  Some remember the hassles of crossing the slushy ponds, rain makes and a few foodies recall the hot snacks and tea that goes with it. People dance their hearts out and the children love splashing the mud all over each other.  As the water cascades down it washes the dirt off and leaves everything behind fresh and rejuvenated. It teaches us that no matter how deep you are in mud, in time, all problems will be washed away and a better future will come. This is all what rain is about. It’s about enjoying each and every moment of it while it lasts. It doesn’t fail to give an absolutely exhilarating experience every time it pours.

As much as the rain can give you happiness it can give pain as well. How many of us can boast of never being stuck in a traffic jam because of rain? I don’t think there’s even one. Its fury is such that it can induce neck-deep floods and wash away homes. It gives rise to water logging and deadly diseases like malaria, typhoid, cholera and what-not. A heavy downpour can destroy crops, so carefully looked after for months, leaving the farmers stranded in the damaged fields. Power failures and zero networks for communication add to the misery. Slippery and swampy roads with hazy vision become a cause of several accidents every year. At these times when the world is at the mercy of the rain, it’s hard to admire the falling drops. Instead they scare you.

Truly, the rain is nature’s that marvel whose spectacle, whether gracious or ghastly, no can miss!