The First Rain

It suddenly gets all cloudy after the well borne heat of summer. Smiles all across the beautiful faces. Let it be trees or animals their eyes stuck on sky for that little drop of water to reach them and greet the beginning of the most green season. The Wind started blowing strongly taking away all the darkness and it was dusty. Suddenly the smiles were replaced by nervousness of the fact that the wind would blow away all the happiness. Suddenly the Wind stopped and the Sun started laughing again at the saddened people but people smiled back at the sun more intensely as the darkest cloud of the lot was approaching towards it to cover it again.

This time no wind nothing to disappoint the mass again. It became dark cold and a bit humid and suddenly the the first of the drop left its home to reach the thirsty land. It was the warm air that took the first sip of water in and it could not reach the ground suddenly many of the drops left their comfort to comfort the thirsty souls.

As soon as the first drop touched the land it vanished inside it as if there had not been any drop fell on it. Thereafter many drops fell on it like arrows shot from the bow and suddenly everything was wet. Seeing towards the tree it was like a new life was put into them and they were dancing in the rhythm of the rain. It seemed like every soul was waiting for a drop of rain to reach them to make them happy.

Every child came out from their home showing the willingness to welcome the beautiful season. They danced and they ran here and there to show their happiness which was communicated to elders who preferred to be indoors nd smile seeing others playing out.

I would talk about a person now, who likes rain very much. He was born in rainy season and believed that it did rain on his birthday. He is all grown up but still acts like a child. He still gets drenched in rain even though he is covered in jacket. He loved to splash water and get dirty. He still used to reach home drenched and go to terrace and drench more. That is how he was and people used to say he was mad just because he did things which was not permitted for a grownup to do.

He was watching all this from a railway station and was trying to control his urge to act like a child. Every second passed and he wished at-least to hold a drop of first rain on his hand. He was waiting for a train. Train reached station and stopped in front of him. He got inside the train and found all trying to keep distance from the door in an attempt to save their self from rain water. He did exactly the same. Silently found a corner in a full train and stood thinking of the days couple of years back how he used to enjoy the rain with his friends. Suddenly at the next station he saw a college going group of girls and guys enjoying at the door every drop of rain. He smiled at them and their talks and they smiled back at him in a friendly manner. They invited him with a friendly smile to join them in their fun but he refused them politely. This was observed by the co passengers who were commenting on their behaviour and looked at him with disgust. After some time he could not stop his urge to feel the rain drops and joined the group at the door. It was like a new life was instilled on him. He was laughing speaking and enjoying every drop of rain touching his face. They all got down at a station shook each others hand and went on their way to home with a smile on their face.