“If you think it’s going to rain, it will.” –
Clint Eastwood The scalding weather had overtaken the spring in a bounce over
the past few months and now it seemed as if the clock wasn’t ticking in this
scorching heat. Frustrated by the horrendous cycle of seasons, I stood by the
windowpane sighing and waiting for any glimpse of the drizzle. I stretched out
my palms for any sign of drop falling from above, closing my eyes and
whispering “Please rain!”
It seemed as if nature hadn’t shown mercy towards Earth since a year. All the
turfs parched up with an irremediable loss of greenery for the time. I felt the
burn on my skin due to the ultra violet rays that penetrated through my skin.
Even dermatologist recommended sunscreen lotions with UVA 50 proved ineffective.
I tried to sweep away my sweat that tickled me on my side head, convincing
myself after every interval that the day wasn’t too far when the roads shall be
drenched in pure water. A few tiring moments passed by steadily, and gradually,
I partially lost hope of the coming of rain this year. The wait seemed to be
endless and futile. I was lost in a fog of thoughts recollecting the fun, my
friends and I would go through in the wet, rainy days. Those days included in
my ‘walk down memory lane’. Truly, amazing days are never to be forgotten.
After hours of wallowing for the urge to view the sight of rain, I witnessed
the blue sky generously letting the grey clouds begin their rule without any
resistance. The moist weather had suddenly begun its reign and the sway of the
searing wind changed to the tiny pitter-patter of the raindrops. The cries of
joy of the children rushing to splash on the muddy puddles and tasting the
first drops of rainfall made me nostalgic about my childhood when I used to
soak myself in the rain and later return home drenched in soggy mud, looking
rain bathed! Children from the neighborhood jumped out with raging excitement.
I could notice them rising from an intimidating darkness to a vivacious
atmosphere. The birds settled to start chirping with their impressive and
exclusively gifted baritone. The dewdrops on the delicate foliage made it
appear realistic. The first rain spelt magic on the minds of everyone. The
first drops rejuvenated the lives of thousands.
They say, anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the
rain. At last, this was the day I was waiting for since ages. My lips began to
curve steadily as I reflected on my plea for rain amongst those thousands which
reached the heavenly abode in the day. Who said true wishes don’t come true?!