Rain

She took a sip of coffee as the cool breeze passed by her. Sitting in her favorite cozy lean back chair, she looked at the evening sky. The drizzle turned to a moderate rain. The aroma of wet sand caught her attention off her favorite novel. Drops of water sprinkled on the glass window looked better than any spray painting.She looked at the naughty water drops that trickled down the glass window. The drops coalesced into one, and they were big they fought and split. And it repeated. On the mist formed on the nearby glass, she wrote her name. The rain seemed to give her a company in her hours of solitude.

In the peak morning traffic hour, rain water filled gutters and slippery roads, deprived the commuters of a safe ride. Being a working lady, she had already had a fare share of stress. The not-so-well-working brake of the 100 cc lady scooter worsened her fear of an accident. By now she was half drenched. The thought of performing the presentation before the delegates from the client in damp clothes frustrated her. Snarls in the traffic block shifted her temper from bad to worse. The rain seemed to be making fun of her misery.

On her first day to school, the tinkling sound of the anklets which embraced her cute little legs and the swing of the ponytailed hair were in sync to the rhythm of the rain drops. Her mom was desperately pulling her under the umbrella and she tried her best to expose herself to get wet. She ensured that she had dipped her legs into each tiny pool of water she found on her path, seeking apology from her mom, every time she was caught doing it. Stealthy she also found joy collecting the rain drops that fell from the umbrella tips on her cute nose tip. She befriended the frogs that leapt beside her as she walked. The rain seemed to play with her.

The prolonged rain had already flooded the only field he had, toiling on which he fed his family of four. The torrential down pour had washed away his hut. His last ray of hope rested on his cattle, the cattle shed was much stronger than his hut by his choice. The rain proved mightier for the mud bonding and the cattle shed got washed away. Cattle followed the suit. He gripped the banyan tree branch never so stronger. As he saw the last cattle member being washed away, the plight of his family post flood ran before his eyes. He loosened his grip and freed himself to the flow of water. The rain seemed to be god’s punishment for an unknown sin of his in the previous birth.

In the village school, the teacher said “Take a paper and write down the answer to – What is rain? One of the answers read “Phenomenon with a million facets”