Rain, the pattering drops on the window panes,run down slowly then increase in intensity as the rain storm takes hold.
Visibility is almost nil as you look out the window.
How Mother Nature mirrors the human psyche. What stirs the emotions initially turns into stormy passions of anger, a slow churning that gathers intensity and the violence of it can be frightening at times.
The storm outside parallels the storm inside you.
Have you ever walked or played in the rain when you were young? Have you ever felt the soft raindrops as they fell on your head and trickled down your face? Have you felt the painful sting of heavy rain as it fell hard and fast?
I remember wading in the shallow drains, filled with swift running water during the afternoon rain. Sometimes my siblings and I would put our paper boats into the drains and watch them float away, carried by the flowing water, oblivious of our wet clothes and wet heads.
The reckoning with mum would come later but for that moment, it was bliss, revelling in Nature's shower.
Rain brings cheer and fun to youngsters but misery to the farmers and to those who live in low-lying areas as it means flash floods and mud flowing into their homes.
Cars often get stalled in the rising waters.
Many enjoy a lie-in when it's a rainy morning. Somehow it becomes more cosy to snuggle under the blankets when it rains.
There is a different freshness in the air after the rain. Sometimes you see a beautiful rainbow, a promise of better days.
Just as after a good cry or letting off steam, one feels much better. The grass is wet but it looks fresher, somehow.
The flowers sparkle with raindrops on their petals. We wipe away our tears and soldier on.
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