It was a cold, windy and overcast morning. The Sunday vibes were calm, cool and healing. The sun came out to brighten up the world with its glory. The monsoon was at its peak. Since the emergence of the monsoon, the birds were coming out, chirping, singing, moving, shifting with an elegant dance. Hall-mark of June was that it marked the beginning of something astonishing and beautiful. The monsoon was beautiful and took us to exaltation. Early mornings were chill and refreshing. Surprisingly, the mind halts and gives itself to this glory. Thoughts were reduced to none. The cold, wet climate was breathtaking, the serenity that was overlaid by the rain clouds was pure bliss. Calming energy was cast upon the world. I was enchanted by the rain spell and was willingly spellbound. The clouds weren't too dark, yet it was pouring like a heavy torrent. This was unexpected and actually a surprise. Everything was rain-soaked. Water drops dripped everywhere, there was a distant roar of thunder, the sound of rain hitting the rooftops was like constant murmur. It was calm and steady. As if rain has heard my plea. It picked up speed. It got quite darker, but the sky was full of plain white-greyish clouds. The droplets got bigger, the sound of falling rain felt like soldiers marching on the rooftops. It picked up speed as if it's on a race. On a race with whom, I have no idea. The breeze was chilly and cold. It got faster and faster. The trees stood still, with arms wide open. Maybe even they love being soaked under the rain. They got drenched. Even though it feels like they have no choice, I guess they love their choice thoroughly. Birds sought shelter between trees. They dried their body thoroughly and twittered looking at the plain sky.
It stood near me, and moved swiftly and elegantly, and twittered looking at the sky. It felt like the tailorbird was calling me out. "The sky is pouring down, everything is rain-soaked, it's cold and chill here, I am sure you would enjoy this thoroughly, just step outside. Just one step at a time". They tweeted and chirped at the background as if they are bringing the rain down from heaven. They seem to enjoy the rain as much I do. They were happily singing "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirrup!! The water drops resting on the trees were like a pearl, glistening, glossy and it was worth thousands. They gathered along with the tips of the leaves, waiting eagerly for the touchdown. They were more in numbers and the sights were like pearls of various sizes,. bright as white, shinny and beautiful, waiting for cues to drop off the leaves. They did as new pearls took their place, they dropped at a steady pace and happily gave way their place, and reached the Earth swiftly. Suddenly, a distant roar of thunder lasted for a few seconds.
All these events felt like a grand play. The mighty rain had slowed down, but only to pick up the pace again. It got darker, even though the sky was covered only with greyish-white clouds, not black clouds. It was ironic, how every time there was a heavenly downpour, it was only greyish white clouds that are up above. The lights were dimming, the play was now under the dark background. It was now a slow drizzly, but the gathering clouds promised of heavy downfall. Everything was resting, as the rain took a break, or waiting for the rain to get heavy. I can feel the heavier rainfall that is waiting to show up. But it has taken a pause now. It reminded me of the timing. They say everything happens at perfect timing.
Nothing is too late, nothing is too early. Everything happens right on its time. I loved the pause too, breathing in all, petrichor was in the air. It's gonna get heavier and there is a huge visual treat waiting for us. Strap in!!! It got darker and darker. It promises heavy rain, a mighty breeze with a touch of a distant roar. The rain clouds were closing in at the distance, making the previous play look like a prequel. It was silent, calm, and surprisingly quiet. Trees stood still, leaves too. There was no wind or breeze. Birds tweeted in the background. Nothing moved. Everything stood still as if the play had been placed.
