September Rains

There's something odd about September rains. Weren't the monsoons just here? They left, didn't they? Oh! But the oppressive heat returned. And so did the craving for a cooler day, a more comfortable week. And so, it rained.

Monsoons make you realise how lush things are. How buoyed the trees feel, how ecstatic the world is. And then, it leaves behind a lull. The monstrous humidity pokes its ugly head at you, and you gasp for a breath of cool air, a wisp of the soft winds. None, whatsoever.

And then you see it, the thunder. The winds blow, conjuring all their strength and making way for the imminent rains. It pours, and the respite. Sometimes, I stand outside and listen to the pitter-patter and there's a rhythm to it. It tells you of the journey of these drops, from far away lands to you, and how it has completed it's destined way. You marvel at Him, for you knew you could not tolerate the heat anymore, and He listened.

It happens with all of us. We have our thresholds, and when things seem to go awry, it always rains. It soothes you, it's a balm for your pain. A panacea of the last resort. Rains, in more ways than one, are a way of reminding you that you are not alone. And that good is always met with good.

I hope it rains frequently, and without delay in the time to come. For not only does it wash away the dust and the grime, but it also gives you a new lease of life. To start things afresh, with renewed verve.

Look, it's raining now!