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The Only Thing

I go out, take in- a deep, long breath
fresh, so pure, almost dizzying
tangy, wet, oh the typical rain scent
Let it rain, I say. Let it rain.
You know why?
'Cuz this scent's the only thing, we both can smell.

I look around, move-the wind passes by
cool, so crisp, almost heady
nippy, ruffling, oh the typical rain breeze
Let it rain, I say. Let it rain.
You know why?
'Cuz this wind's the only thing, we both can feel.

I extend, my hand-and a drop falls on it
chilly, so raw, almost stunning
spotless, sparkling, oh the typical rain drop
Let it rain, I say. Let it rain.
You know why?
'Cuz this drop's the only thing, we both can touch.

I sit down, and listen-the sound of the clouds
brusque, so loud, almost pounding
snarl, rumbling, oh the typical rain roar
Let it rain, I say. Let it rain.
You know why?
'Cuz this roar's the only thing, we both can hear.

I look up, the sky-a vast stretch it is
blue, and black, almost bruised
murky, so sombre, oh the typical rain sky
Let it rain, I say. Let it rain.
You know why?
'Cuz this sky's the only thing, we both can see.

The Only Thing.

So dear rain,
Please do come again.

P.S. And this is my favourite song. :)
Death Cab for Cutie is SO good.
I'll Follow You Into the Dark


I will.




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O saavan raja!






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Raindrops




Greener grass

Every year, they come back with a bang. Literally. They sweep across the sky, pour down relentlessly and everyone utters a sigh of relief. Finally, we say. Monsoon has arrived.
It begins with the weather becoming humid. Temperatures and tempers soar, clothes and sweat never part company and there is a general air of digruntlement.

But then suddenly, you see a patch of clouds in the sky and a flicker of hope builds inside you. And hence, it starts raining. Shower after shower of rain hits the ground, winds blow venting out all their emotions on the trees and sometimes, even lightening makes an appearence.

Its the aftermath of the rain, that is most pleasent. The air is clearer and the weather is cooler, not a single sign of the sweltering heat and humidity. There is musty smell in the air, which brings on a wave of nostalgia. People's clothes are damp, not from the sweat but from the rain.
The sky is bluer and the birds chirp endlessly. The grass, which was prickly, parched and yellow earlier was now much more softer and greener. Even people look brighter, after relieving the heat of the past few days, their colourful umbrellas glowing. It was as if the world was yellowing away, fading out and the rain has restored its original colours.
There is a traffic jam on the road, as cars splash through the puddles of water. Coffee shops are packed, while everyone tries to grab a mug of hot cocoa.

I see a family sitting cosily in their balcony, their comforters around them, watching the raindrops splatter on the ground. The smeall of hot tea and pakoras wafts from their house. Monsoon has come, they say. Its here.

Sigining off drenched,
Srishti

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