Rain pouring behind my window, as imagined.

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.