Walking in the rain

Musings. It’s hard to pen them down in fine tuned sentences or an array of simple words. Even the best of efforts has you wanting for more. Maybe I am bit nostalgic sitting on my front porch amidst pouring rains. But the view is just spellbinding.

Cool breeze, the steady patter of raindrops, the wind in the trees, tiny rivulets overflowing the muddy bank, green leafy plants glistening with water drops, a sense of calm with serenity setting in as nature weaves her magic from billowing clouds.

Long termed as the shower of angels left open for men of the earth, the dusk looms by as an aura. Still the dark skies permit a few rays of light. Overcast - the weathervane would say as it circles in the buffety winds or billowing sails of a ship would say – It is time mate. The rains have come...

It’s odd that a city boy would want to just sit around and gaze unto the heavens for sheer lack of joy or is it just reflections of life. I don’t know. There is something that pulls me, tugs at my soul and lo behold - the sights casts a spell that I feel am too willing to accept. A sense of peace or serendipity; maybe more.

It’s hard to spell out in words or etch in emotions, it’s hard to convey feelings sometimes; my old friend tells me. You just smile and shake your head even when you want to say I’m not kidding, it’s for real. I believe her for that.

Life’s like that in the shorter sense but given its intricacies, the treasure at the end of the rainbow might seem farfetched, but life has its own realms – decks of card sorted out by an unknown hand.

Fate? Destiny? Sounds corny though when you need a crystal ball or an astro-chart to know whether it’s your lucky day or not. Maybe it is the inner subconscious that reels out of its depth to say – here’s what you do today. All might not agree, neither do I stake a claim.

The more I retrospect the more I’m inclined to believe that a part of us is inbuilt – like a radar – and this tips when it latches on to a particular frequency that equates you and the unknown.

It is this connection that gives you a mystic sense of longing, oneness and warmth like you feels you are one with your surrounding co-ordinates. That’s when you sit on a porch and feel this absurd attachment. Look around you maybe you also might feel a bit different. All you need is to recognise your frequency for the force lies within you as ever.