The Many Faces of Rain

People often associate seasons with emotions. Summer – happiness in cold places but fatigue in hot places; winter – gloom and relief respectively. But rain – rain has too many emotions attached with it. And yet, the rains are often forgotten when moods are described.

After a sweaty summer, the cool air that comes with the first rain teaches you that your patience was worth it. Seeing the bright green of the trees reminds you of what beauty means. And when it doesn’t stop pouring, the roads get blocked and the power gets cut off – you know despair. When you see the dirty water flowing on either side of the streets carrying with it all sorts of things you don’t wish to see, you learn about disgust. When you sit and the windowsill, holding a hot mug of coffee, a deep feeling of calm and peacefulness surrounds your being. But when you sit next to a telephone, willing it to ring, but all you hear is the rain falling against the windows, you know what loneliness is. You are with your friends, and you jump into a puddle of rain water and you relive the simple joys of childhood. But if you are on your way to work, and you accidentally step into the same puddle, then your shoes and socks get drenched and you experience irritation. The smell of the earth after the rain (after which I named this blog) reminds you of purity. The eucalyptus trees give out their soft scent (it’s a scent to my senses, but some cannot stand it) and you feel that nature is healing you. Thunder teaches you fear (generally speaking). Dancing in the rain gives you courage. It lets you know nothing else matters and no is watching you. You drop something precious, and it is lost forever the flowing water around you, that is a sense of loss. But as a child, you made paper boats and let them go on the same flowing water. Back then, it was an accomplishment, and you had felt pride. A dear friend cancels an outing, cos the rain is too heavy for people to be outside – you learn about anger. And gloom. You raise your face to the skies and feel each raindrop fall on your face – you know pleasure. Your beloved kisses away the tiny rain drops that have settled on your lips. You know bliss…

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14 thoughts on “The Many Faces of Rain

  1. allresourceupdates August 21, 2013 / 7:41 PM

    Lovely descriptions of Rain..I really have never thought about the rain that way…
    Nice Read.. 🙂


  2. neo March 23, 2014 / 5:35 PM

    Wow ,that was amazing !

    – Ranjan


  3. neo March 23, 2014 / 5:48 PM

    simpli awesome ! 🙂 I loved the way you have used the various senses

    – Ranjan


  4. Beloo Mehra May 18, 2015 / 2:57 PM

    Lovely read! Rain can indeed mean so many different things, bring up so many emotions, and often so many memories too.


  5. Parul May 18, 2015 / 4:32 PM

    That was beautiful.. So many emotions with rain but sometimes we fail to realize in the grind of life..


  6. elly stornebrink May 19, 2015 / 6:08 AM

    Cool! I never thought of rain in so many facets: it is indeed emotional! 😉 I don't mind the rain if I don't get caught in downpours, i.e., drenched and cold to the bone! ❤


  7. Chicky May 19, 2015 / 7:21 AM

    I like the smell of earth when it rains. I also like the craving for chai-pakodas. Don't like puddles though! Ewwww!


  8. Sreesha Divakaran May 19, 2015 / 4:24 PM

    True, Parul. Some people just get annoyed with the rain, despite all its beauty


  9. Sreesha Divakaran May 19, 2015 / 4:37 PM

    As a rule, I don't carry umbrellas. So that happens a lot with me! I don't mind drizzles, or even slightly heavy showers, but yeah, drenched-to-the-bone downpours aren't so great!


  10. Sreesha Divakaran May 19, 2015 / 4:40 PM

    Now we don't cos we are all adults and our leather shoes will get ruined 😦 We didn't really care as kids 😀


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