Rainy days and Saturdays always make me glad

Around this time, next month, you’re going to have me cribbing about the rain. Because by then, a month long of incessant downpour would have soaked my brains, my home will have turned into a dhobhi ghaat, my pillows will definitely be mildew-y, and the helplessness of not finding a dry spot for miles would have seriously started to get on my nerves. But until then, let it be known how much I love the first month of rain. Because it brings with it a freshness that is so needed after the wretched May heat. It is as refreshing as a cold evening shower after a long sweltering day. It is like looking at the world through magic glasses that make everything dreamy, bright and grey. I know, bright and grey don’t quite go, but while everything wears a cloudy grey hue, there is a perfect crisp clarity that is difficult to miss.

I think what I love about the monsoon is how every morning brings a different view. Insanely saturated blue skies one day, and waves of gray the next. Blank, spotlessly dark one day and wispy rain-filled clouds the next. I’m really lapping it up.

I love how everything wears a freshly washed look. The trees are greener than green and the streets washed through. Everything feels crisper than ever and I can’t feel blue even if I wanted to. I love how the air breathes joy.

I love how the evenings are longer, with the sun confusing the bejesus out of me, when I return home at 7.30 to see its still light outside.

I love the soaked alleys and drippy little signs of how lovely and rich the rain makes everything.

I love how everything feels like someone pumped up the saturation levels in life, filling colour in places I hadn’t noticed before.

But I guess what I love the most is the freshness. Like hitting refresh and getting a new perspective. The rain makes me appreciate the time of confusion, instead of constantly brood and hate it. Clarity is always nice, and maybe I wouldn’t take it and own it for what it is, without the confusion that preceeded it. Clarity, without confusion is like freshness, without the rain. Dull, dreary and just dry.

If I had this freshness minus the rain, would I still feel the same weak knees when I surrender to an epiphany? Would I feel the flutter of excitement in my stomach every time I think of the newness that awaits me? Would things still be as clear? Would I still feel happy?

It makes me wonder what fear would feel like, if I didn’t have the rain to swoop in, and wash everything away in one single move?


8 thoughts on “Rainy days and Saturdays always make me glad

  1. Pingback: Hello, Mr Rain, I’ve missed you so much | hAAthi

  2. Some of these pics remind me of home–home sweet home ha. I sooo miss rain. Can’t wait for my vacation trip in August! Btw, were these pics shot in Goa.. ? looks so much like Kerala!


        1. Yes yes, you should. Give us the goss on how to holiday in the EU! I have been reading about the crisis there and the only thought selfish me could have was “oh no, if the EU breaks up, I’ll have to now get multiple visas to visit!”


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