The rain makes me go crazy. Makes me lose my mind. The thunder, the lightening, the wet wind hits me deep inside. It’s a wonder of wonders how water could be so enchanting. How could the world turn into such an overwhelming source of pleasure in just a matter of seconds. The world has transformed into a cacophony of musical sounds, beats, clash, thunder and the sweet symphony of falling drops on the earth. The trees have shed the dust and the earth its sorrows, it’s a time to rejoice now.
I’m awed and inspired, I’m in a trace. My nerve endings are experiencing a sensation that lifts my soul far beyond my body, into the realm of the unknown. The deep embers of my heart have been fueled and my soul searches with a longing so intense, it could turn me to fire if not quenched. I want to dance in the rain, paint the world with my passion, ride on the wind and never look back.
The bewitching monsoon rains are here. It’s time to find me and you now.
Look for me in the monsoon rains and you won’t find me. They have touched something deep inside and I have lost sense of my existence. Find me in the thunder that rumbles and quakes, the lightening that brightens up the sky, the wet breeze that is the breath of life itself. Look for me in the rain drops that are attracted to the mother earth and fall slowly, finding their path, vibrate ever so gently before kissing the hungry ground and turning to dust themselves. If you can’t find me there, look for me in the colors of the rainbow, I will appear for a small glimpse to the waiting world.
Joy of Living 