Rain It Pours

Rain it pours, and its dancing in my soul now;
Rain it pours, and it drowns away my thoughts;
Rain it pours, and everything goes silent;
Rain it pours, and its dancing in my soul.

Afternoons In The Monsoon

Remember when we had the time and patience to sit and watch the rain fall? I happened to come across the awesome video posted above. Its the sound of rain and thunder while on a river. When I think about it, all of us friends have spent some amazing time in the rain. I remember going on drives with Tush (and sometimes Anu) towards Shamirpet or just to Kapra lake. I used to love those rides. :)

And Lizzie, those awesome afternoons under that gazebo at the lake park at Osman Sagar... are some of the best memories I have of the time we spent together. Sitting there with some piping hot onion samosas (and an occasional beer) and watch the rain shake up the lake. Yeah... heavens the word for this!

Rain

Its been raining real hard in Hyderabad these past two days. As I traveled in the cab, some pleasant memories fought their way to the surface. I just love the way the air smells just after it has rained. I remember running down to our garden after the rains. We'd have this huge puddle in the compound. I'd tear sheets out of my notes and make paper boats. I'd sit there staring at the way they bobbed around in the water as though I was predicting and controlling their motion. I remember sitting at the window and staring out, watching the rain pour. I was fascinated by the amount of rain falling. It used to be really cold and so I used love that snug feeling of staying home. I came back home and noticed that it had started to drizzle again. After many years, I rediscovered the joy of playing in the rain. We sure never needed reasons to be happy back then. I miss those days.