I never complained about scalding heat. I never wished that summer should end. I never awaited rain. Secretly, I basked in the days of summer. Heat was smoldering, no doubt, but at least it was congruous with state of my mind. Season changed. Rain arrived. I did like the first drizzle but not any more. I am finding myself incapable of liking rain.
I don't enjoy any sight, smell and sound of falling drops from the sky. Rain brings me back a need to have a company. I feel dissatisfied by lack of things.. you know...to keep me warm! It drives me into nostalgia of the days I don't like consciously thinking about. I just can't roam around freely in open places because I have an umbrella to handle and droplets keep blocking my vision through fat glasses I wear, and I save no dry piece of clothe to wipe them. Every now and then sun gets clouded, day turns dim, giving bleak, desolate impression. I am hating it already. And, ghoulish thunders, power-cuts, bad phone- cable- internet lines, overflowing sewers, falling trees, dead rats and dying mongrels, clogged vehicles, congestion, and of course a Flood, are on the way...
Thought of tea-coffee, hot snacks, soft quilt, kids playing paper boats, nice-looking raincoat & gum boots... sea wind blowing over cheeks, forehead and neck, soaring waves.. parrot green leaflets and all the shades of green in a garden.. and few other such pleasant things, will hopefully keep me from rain-induced neurosis...
