Grumble

It is said that when it rains, either someone up there is crying out of joy or he needs some serious morale boost. I reckon, and want to believe, that the former reason predominates more often than not.

Looking out at the lush greenery, there's a calmness in the air. As if a parched old man has been given his due after a long time. The trees are buoyed by the magnanimity of the lashing rains, something they were looking forward to the most.

There is something around, a restrained ecstasy in some ways, and it's very difficult to pen it down right now. Maybe you need to sit next to the window and let the rain seep inside you as well to actually express the gamut of emotions teeming within.

Maybe it's an augury of the good times to come. Or maybe, a portent of the storm ahead.