It's rainin' water!

Now, that's an image which you'd come across really rarely in this desert country. Rarely, but you do come across it every once in a while - more like, once in a year or two.

Rain makes me happy. Somehow, the dark clouds shadowing the wet earth, making the surroundings really dark, attract me.

I wonder if it's the day-time darkness that I'm attracted to. I wonder if it's the dark side of life that makes me smile.

Rain's beautiful. I must have been really surprised when I probably would have seen water falling from the sky for the first time in my life. I don't remember it though. But I'm sure, I would have looked up and wondered what the fuck's happening!

Obviously, I'm guessing my mom and dad woulnd't have briefed me about the concept of 'rain', at least before I was standing under the dark sky, with my hands spread wide, looking up, trying to see, where exactly is the water coming from, trying to stare at the farthest drop until it came crashing down right below my eye. I could still not connect it with the clouds. Just coulnd't see that far.

It was obviously too dark. It always is.

"I hate rain."

Why? What's there to hate about it?

Strange.

It's beautiful. The grey clouds, some jet black. The crash, the streak of lightening. The deafening growls. Water. Darkness. Water. The Earth, wet. Water. Smell.

After every storm, if you look hard enough... a rainbow appears.

The storm's my rainbow.

Over.

Photo Credit: Clinton Cardozo