Don’t you just love when it rains? I mean why wouldn’t you? The whole concept of it is so beautiful! All the forms of it, be it clouds, hailstones, snow or even the storm that accompanies the rain which brings lightning and thunder- are nature’s most raw beauties.
I love how essential the rain is for life on this planet.
I love how the rain makes me feel, how it instantly gives me this peace of mind, how it gets the serotonin in my brain gushing and rushing.
I love how rain is a nice kind of gloomy weather for me and has never once made me sad.
I love how the rain makes most people slide back into their sheets, making them happily give a miss to whatever they had to do next.
I love how the rain can put people at ease when they sit by the window having their legs stretched out with a hot cup of anything and a book.
I love how just for a moment the rain unapologetically gets everything and everyone to a standstill and demands them to acknowledge it’s presence.
I love how in monsoon people add colour to the streets by bringing out their colourful boots, coats and umbrellas. The streets look like a watercolour master piece.
I love how people dance, sing, kiss, hug in the rain and embrace it.
I love how people not wanting to embrace the rain all the time share umbrellas or run and look for shelter and stand quietly next to complete strangers and look up at the sky all at once hoping for it to stop.
I love how when it rains some people put their arms out wanting to get selectively drenched.
I love the feel of rain, the perfectly shaped raindrops, the million snowflakes that are so unique from one another, though made up of the same chemical composition.
I love the moistness and smells the rain leaves behind.
I love how the rain leaves puddles behind and makes a mess of the un-cemented mud, reminding me of all the beautiful imperfections.
I love how city lights gleam in the rain and after it has stopped. The gleaming, without any reason brings me a feeling of nostalgia.
I love how the rain adds this “natural phenomenon” element to photography.
I love how the photos in the rain can equally convey feelings of extreme sadness and happiness, all at the same time.
I love how lighting and thunder prove to me in the most simple way that light travels faster than sound.
I love the memory of my childhood where thunderstorms kept me up all night, not because I was scared like a normal kid but because I was fascinated by the whole concept. I could stare into the dark sky for hours waiting for it to light up again!
I love how when in a stormy weather an aeroplane is compelled to pass through the dense clouds and you see nothing but a whitish grey mist outside your window while the plane experiences a turbulence.
I love how this turbulence excites me and also puts me to an instant sound sleep instead of making me clinch my seat. And I love that I have met another person with the same weird tendency.
I love how this gushing through the clouds leaves behind a trail of moisture and water droplets on the plane window, making me feel like I have experienced rain in it’s most primitive state.
I love how the rain makes everything so much more beautiful than it is supposed to be, don’t you?