Varsham ....

I've spent the whole day waiting for it .Everything around me stands still in eager anticipation. The wind picks up making me pull my sweater tighter and hug myself. I don’t close the windows though. I want to see it straight when it starts. Everything looks so dull, it isn't gray actually but the sunshine that brings the warmth is missing. There I am, alone, all alone, my thoughts start to wander and the very thing I was waiting for happened catching me off guard. The skies opened up. Those first few drops danced their way onto the earth below oblivious to the fact that it meant the end of their existence. The rain picks up, faster and harder and more, the drops come down as though trying to wash away everything.
It’s my favourite part of the year, the first drops always bring a smile to my face, so why don’t they today? I close the windows now, I couldn't possibly get wet. They fall on the pane showing me that I can’t close them out, drop by drop, they form a beautiful pattern and then just disappear like it never happened. The rain has become too heavy now, it’s like a sheet of water and running down the glass. Everything suddenly seems blurred, I can’t see those trees .And then it happened, one drop rolled down my face. I dint try to stop it, I couldn't possibly. And then I knew I wanted to be there .I opened the door, the wind hit my face first and then the rain. It din’t matter anymore. I stepped out. I could sense it, bit by bit I was soaked, maybe by the rain, maybe by my tears.