getting wet and getting high

Rain rain go away little Johnny wants to play! The old rhyme, which any person wants to say out loud during a rainy day, for his own reasons of course, is familiar to everyone. But how true are we to ourselves when we curse the sudden downpour? Isn’t there a queer pleasure enjoyed by everyone who lashes out profanity at the rain to be in the rain? Just like the frogs that croak every time it rains, we also take pleasure in getting drenched in the rain don’t we?

When we leave our abode, with rain looming large over our head, we pray like never before that it doesn’t rain until we reach our destination. Yet a small part of us pulls us back on our prayers and wish that it does rain, and so hard at that that we are all transformed into a whole different surroundings. The first drop of that rain, hitting across our face maybe pain full, but everyone derives a sadistic pleasure in this pain lashed at him. The rain doesn’t just soak us with its water, but it also cleanses us of so many intangible feelings. It makes one forget our pains, it makes us overlook our troubles, it makes us forgive the foe, let be it for a moment, it makes us revel ourselves in the cold and wash away all the dirt that we carry. The rain brings along with it a sense of fresh cold breeze to our life, which can’t be found in the chilly stretches of Siberia or in the snow covered valley of Kashmir.

Walking in the rain, fully geared to protect yourself from its wrath, and yet wanting to submit yourself to the magnanimity to the rain, is something which every one would enjoy with utmost simplicity. Fighting the rain with an umbrella knowing that it is a futile exercise, and feeling the warmth when rain finally wins over your efforts with ease and hits on your face is pure paradise. The wind, trying to keep up with the worth of the rain and trying to disarm you, shows the intimacy and passion that exists between rain and wind. With every step that one takes forward, we are actually proclaiming the greatness of nature over mere humans like us. Taking the aid of a rain coat or a jacket is also equally pointless, though it may be an effort to challenge the supreme power, for we leave our face uncovered. We leave our face exposed to enjoy the rain in itself, to feel the rain when it descends over your face and brings that joy to your heart. The coat just acts as a second skin and you still feel the freshness in the rain drops, and that is in itself a way of bleak submission.

Watching the rain from a distance is another treat for your eyes. Not getting drenched what so ever, yet seeing the rain bring life to so many things around is something to be savoured and worshiped, not for anything splendid to be seen, but for the simplicity and limpidness of it. The smell of the first drop of rain on the dry earth, is something which makes a girl’s uterus skip a beat (could not resist the usage), and the site of the animals devouring the long awaited rain shows more passion than a two people in love in bed. The trees dancing to the tune of the rain brings a new lease of life to everyone watching it. It is as if the whole process is choreographed to perfection by a divine force that none notices. For a moment everyone feels that it is we who are dancing to the rhythm of the wind and not those trees. There exists an unaccountable envy in us for the trees.

i maybe talking about the whims and fancies of a small town guy, for the rain plays havoc in any metro thanks to the great work carried out by the governments, and the first words out of the mouth is F@$%d up rain man and that too with an accent. i am nobody to appeal to anyone, but maybe if possible try to enjoy the rain, try to be a part of it, with hands held out and trying to hold on to it as if there is no tomorrow. maybe you will start enjoying the simplicity of life also,....after all sanjay dutt made a change with his jadoo ke chabbi....