Rain pouring behind my window prompted
me to ponder. This occasion sounds as good as any that would rile oneself to
pitter patter. I mean, who hasn’t felt the rain, I mean, really! It’s a
rhetorical question asking to draw upon an experiential memory. If on a quiet
evening, it’s a little inconvenience and you start thinking about umbrellas and
rain covers, can’t go outside; it’s a concession as well, a discount on the
constant demand of conscience to be a part of the people segment. It rains and
evenings progressively turn colder, especially at places where there are trees,
mountains and wide deserts. Usually, tropical places feel breezier, hot terrain
turn bearable, at least for some time
and the day after it would become humid if sun chooses to shine.
Miles upon miles of dirt tracks become
even muddier, first etching and eventually all tracks fading into an even wash.
Puddles start building up, holes and ditches alike start filling up with water.
Something does take place; air becomes pleasant to breathe, the overarching
rush of getting somewhere has to take a back seat. I can’t assume the same for
the tourists caught off-guard on the market streets as panic sets in.
Apparently, no one likes getting wet. Everyone in the sane mind absolutely
denying the experience for drier consequence begs a hysterical tangent of
thought. Although, cultured fans still romanticize a soccer ball kicked around
on a muddy field. Water evaporates, steam goes up and it rains.
Superstitious and conventionalists call
it a sign of change, farmers too convey their fortune with rain. Rain-shelters
are a real thing, bus-stop rooftops keep the wagers dry as they wait for buses
and taxis on their way to work or on their way home. Cafeterias and restaurants
take in passersby. Garbs take quite some effort to dry and if you are stuck at
a snow mountain the dry change of clothes quickly turn into a
"humanitarian" crisis. “Cheapskates” on a weekend night know cold
feet like that very first “nostalgic” frozen black ice. If that does not stop
you, you must have seen stars on a “fall mountain”. Rain makes corn, you know
that? Rain also makes sleet what has sleet ever made?
Fashion quickly takes refuge in comfort.
What makes you stand out in rain on a non-fashion week is the color of your
umbrella. And such is the scene of rainy marketplace! If you are interested in
making a purchase there are only prime sects, ponchos, rain covers and
umbrellas, I don’t think either objects have anything against each other but
surely they surely don’t like rain.
According
to a folklore enjoying a bowl of soup is encoded in our DNA, DNA is what
constitutes our genetic makeup, besides other things. Rain pours and some of us
are off to the stores to purchase our favorite bowl of soup. If you live in a
forest, usually, uninvited guests tend to treat your dwelling respectfully
theirs, some chose to stay overnight and disappear without notice, the likes of
earth worms, grasshoppers, praying mantis, beetles, bugs that smells nice and
insects of many other species that have celebrity like countenances.
But either because
a snow mountain is melting somewhere up high or because of rain, rivers enjoy a
stream of water, sometimes more, other times not so much but rain makes rivers
and who knew there is a lot more of science to weather than just water steaming
up to form clouds.