Harping on about Rain

Today morning was no different then all the rest. After Bubloo’s subsequent Fajr alarm and breakfast, I went back to dreamland, to be startled awake by a crash that had me throwing off the covers and making a dash outside. Only to encounter a very dark, pregnant sky, high winds taking the shape of a gale and a pitter patter of drops. The sky wanting to let go off its burden but the cold wind just kept competing, howling and growling for supremacy. The echo of thunder in my ears. Lightening flashed. Trees swayed to the whims of the wind. I was finally getting my wish. I love winter storms, with thunder and lightening both vying for attention. Pulled a chair upto the window, wrapped myself in a quilt and watched nature let loose one of her moods. The heavens opened. A flood cascading from above. There is something so soothing about rain falling in sheets. I was mesmerized. Enchanted. In love. It was too cold for me to do that jig I was wanting to do. Ice cold winds, freezing showers. Warmth was only an illusion and winter was still here to stay.

Its been raining throughout the day. A sudden deluge or just a constant drizzle. There’s a bite to the air. Goosebumps on my arms.

Absolutely romantic weather. It’s the cuddling up with someone, hot chocolate, marshmallow, a long drive along the beach, dancing in the rain kinda weather.

Like my sister said its “lush mausaum…”

Its past 2.00a.m. and its still going on. Am so glad that I was not in Karachi. Usually miss these spectacular shows that nature bestows on us from time to time.

Throughout the day the following verse has been popping in my head.

“Sauhana safar aur yeh mausaum haseen
Humein daar ha hum kho na jaein khein”

Here’s to all Rain-Lovers