I remember the sky being overcast when I went to bed last night.
I had gone to the terrace, (as usual) last night to see the Orion in the sky, it was my favourite pastime, to look at stars and try and gather them into constellations. I don’t know why, but just looking at them soothed me, and the fact that there were so many of them just fascinated me.
But tonight, to my utter disappointment, only a few stars could be seen peeking through the clouds. And the lack of stars in the night sky ultimately bored me and eventually I gave into my tiredness and went to get some sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of a million horse stomping at my bedroom celling- which by the way was actually the sound of rain falling . I curled in my bed and tried to hold on to the moment for just another moment, I’ve always loved the sound of rain. There was even a sudden change in the temperature due to the continuous raining. so I got off the bed and turned the celling fan off. I then peeped out the window, unable to contain my curiosity and of course dark rain bearing clouds were roaming the whole sky, dropping each drop of rain at a steady rhythm. Trees by the roadside looked freshly bathed, and were waving as if rejoicing themselves in the first showers of monsoon.
The raindrops pattering on my window pane seemed to be call me outside to enjoy the rain and suddenly I was reminded of The song of the rain by William Wordsworth, the rain really seemed to be a messenger of love and the sign of peace and happiness.
Staring at the picture of immense beauty outside, I had nearly forgotten that I had just woke up and that I was hungry, and as if on cue my stomach growled. I smiled to myself , got dressed in some comfy shorts and t-shirt and went downstairs. The rain had reduced to drizzle by now.
After having my breakfast I went and sat in the veranda and listened to the pitter-patter sound made by the rain. Every flower in the lawn was a fresh sight and a fresh colour. The garden looked green and fresh and seriously I thought I could stare at this sight all day and still not get bored of it.
It continued to drizzle till the late afternoon. The rest of the day was pleasant with cold wind blowing. When the night fell, I could still smell the wet earth from the first rainfall of summer.