The Rain and me

The monsoon finally set in south india and it poured like hamsters and shrimps for almost a week. Chennai was brimming to its edges. Rubber boats and emergency units were at stand by in velacherry like the good ol’ times. This time it was an unnamed cyclone of a weak stature, which cried like a girl, who was not sure if she should cry harder or not.,or what she was crying for.Neverthless it soothed the heat of the ground with a hissing sound as the first drops hit the land.

Well,well,well….you know wat happens when rains pound in Chennai. HOLIDAY. Yep, a holiday smack right in the middle of the week. Not that my employer cared so much, but I declared my own holiday for 3 consecutive days followed by the weekend. Five whole blissful days was in the making.

It was 11 am, no power in the house and its vicinity.The whole house was drowned in darkness, my mom fidgeting with the cutleries and ladles against the light from a kuthu vilaku (lamp).I was working on a excel report to be sent by EOD, the silent pounding of the rain against my window was definitely not helping matters.Finally accepting defeat I chucked my lappy aside., and heaved a sigh of frustration until the ear fones jutting out of my cupboard caught my eye.I haven’t lent a ear to this fellow for somewhile now-My iPod. And pulled it right out of the shelf and headed for the terrace.Three flights of stairs and an old lady(that’s me)-result is a lot of panting like a dog out of breath. On reaching the terrace, I ran into the covers of the tank shed., and happily sat under slanting roof with “Right round” faintly playing in my pod. The shelter of the tank, was really not serving its purpose as sleet as sharp as arrows pounded right on my face, with each drop I could feel my skin bounce into a depression and back. It was tickly in a way. But my thoughts were far from the pain what the rains had to offer.Pain of the heart that transformed into nostalgia of the last rains in Chennai.But a smile was all that I can do.. I looked up to the skies., and I suddenly felt an incredible affinity for nature. I sat myself up and threw myself in the rain..I did a double check, if my neighbours window was open.They were bachelors.I raised the volume of FloRida to its maximum and I went hay wire. Dancing is not my cup of tea.But I felt some kinda euphoria and I needed to dance and now., and I threw my hands and legs randomly in all directions., and went around the many potted plants my mom affectionately gardened. If someone was watching me from a little far away, It would have looked like a hysteric tribal dance of the deep jungles of Congo to the eyes of the unintelligible. But I cared less. I felt the rain in my tongue, It tasted all metallic and sweet. I liked it.I got soaked to the skin in seconds. I laughed at my own silliness of the act., and tears eased out for no reason. It is much easier to cry in the rain.Trust me!

You spin my head right round, right round

When you go down, when you go down down

I know the storm is comin

my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower

Call up my homies it's all

Then pop in the next 'cause this mix'll be ours

You spin my head right round, right round

When you go down, when you go down down

Suddenly I felt someone watching me behind my back,

My dad was standing at the doorway with an umbrella, “Did you get struck by lightning or something”, Come down..Mom is calling you……

Hehe….happy rainy days to all.............!!!!