I love the rain, especially in the monsoon season, after the scorching summers, when it brings relief from the heat and humidity. But for me, rain in winter is a different story. It makes me feel depressed and sad, as if the sky is crying with me. The cold and damp weather seeps into my bones and makes me want to curl up in bed all day. The grey clouds block out any hope of sunshine or warmth. The sound of raindrops hitting the window is not soothing, but annoying. I feel like I have nothing to look forward to, nothing to enjoy, nothing to cheer me up. Rain in winter is a curse, not a blessing.
Read on for the poemIdling on a rainy morning
Rainy, misty mornings are the best ones to lose oneself. We all deserve a break from our fast paced lives and for once just do ‘nothing’ for a change. Try it! It does feel good…
Read the poem here!Monsoon Love!
On a scorching summer afternoon,
You came like the quenching monsoon.
Drenched and intoxicated I sure was!
But I knew it wouldn’t last, because
Seasons change and winds take you away,
Hotter summer suns thus given way.
But just when I hang up my wet heart to drain,
You rain over me over and over again…
Life is like the cycle of seasons where the good times come and go, but it is the love that lingers on…
Happy Monsoons… Enjoy the rain and love! 🙂