On a winter morning, the sun was shining so bright.
It was warm and peaceful, the birds chirping merrily as they sought food for their little ones.
The tree leaves and bushes swaying in the light breeze. The sunshine seeping through the windows, filling the houses with a blissful golden light.
For someone who couldn’t stand the sun, I was quite comfortable curled up on the sofa, reading a paperback. For a change, I didn’t wish it would rain.
For a change, I was at truce with the sun.
But such rare moments of glee are short lived.
As I stood watching on my doorstep,
The sunlight began to recede. I looked up in time to note the arrival of the rain clouds. The sun, in its last feeble attempt, held its ground refusing to back down.
But the raging clouds were not to be stopped. In less than a minute, they had overpowered the sun from every direction.
Blanketing everything in darkness.
Thunder rattled the window panes. Messenger winds picked up pace, carrying with it, news of the rain.
Soon, it was pouring cats & dogs.
Any sign of a sunny day had been washed out by the tiny forceful drops that hit against the roof.
Drowning the peaceful silence in its wake, the rain formed huge puddles on the pavement.
Instantaneously, kids came running out of their homes, enjoying the feel of the rain soaking them wet.
Splashing each other with water.
The leaves now glistened, not with the sunlight tinting them gold, but with the downpour that cleansed the layer of accumulated dust.
The smell of moist soil was so soothing, it brought back several childhood memories.
Its not often that I take out time to enjoy the nature as it is.
I could have stood there all day relishing the rain, with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand.
But just as soon as it had started, it stopped.
Leaving little droplets of water on every possible surface,
And a scenery so serene, that I stood there for quite a long time, letting my gaze linger on a praise-worthy sight.