IT RAINS IN MY HEAD

Petrichor. The scent of rain on dry earth. That familiar smell of roasted corn and wet leaves.

I can smell the rains before they come. Which is why even in the midst of summer, walking past freshly watered grass makes me pine for the days of the rains. The soft soothing sound that resembles a soft lullaby eases out any and all worries I have and for a moment I just sit in bed listening to clouds fall apart. 

Standing on Marine Drive, the waters growling for attention, the wind threatening to take you away and the rain hitting all parts of your body like the phrase 'pins and needles'. That feeling is inexplicable. Drenched from head to toe, water in your eyes, your mouth, your shoes, your wallet, and the promise of hot chocolate and rum that waits at home. This is the rains for me this year.

 

(Thanks to Arzan for this gorgeous snap. I can't stop comparing it to a painting!)

A friend of mine just hates rains, can't stand the very idea of it. And come to think of it, when I have to tread through mucky waters, every step making me run back and take a shower, I sometimes dislike it too. But then comes days of snuggling in your comforter and of long walks accompanied by soft kisses of water...And I’m left happy. Oh rains, you make me so confused!

I think I noticed the rains fully first while in a cab home late at night, a friend of mine in tow. Welcomed silenced had enveloped us, save for the rain that had been making its presence known every now and then. The overwhelming smell of wet leaves, the sudden coolness in the air and the gleaming of the roads around us, made us both (very dramatically!) sigh and exclaim at the same time “This is the real Mumbai isn't it?”

(Images by Under The Indian Sky)