Pitter Patter

At 5:00 in the evening,leisurely sitting in my loggia, with a cup of steaming hot coffee in my hands,watching the dark clouds sailing by;I fervently wait for the rain.

Its raining;its pouring.Rain always brings a smile on my face.Nothing makes me more exultant than feeling those untarnished droplets of rain on my face.Raindrops falling all around;pitter pattering on the rooftops and pitter pattering on the grounds.

I sometimes wonder raindrops are such funny things,they don't have wings,feet or hands;yet they navigate throughout the air with the greatest of ease.They dance on the boulevard where ever they desire ,bringing with them sparkle,verve and hope.

What could be more enticing than to see those misty sweet droplets on your window panes,dripping through trees and grass,falling fat;falling fast.The invigorating smell of first drop of rain falling on the mud,smells fresh in mind.The colour gray surrounding us,forming small droplets by millions;colours our emotions.A special kind of cold hugs our bones,cold that you would never want to let go.Puddles form,stirring and splashing;of all shapes and sizes for so many sets of feet.Freshening the flowers and bathing the birds;everything seems pristine.

Rain has its own charm.To enjoy it ,unleash your poise.get wet;get drenched.Feel the rain drops soaking in your skin through clothes.And then watch the sun break through the angry black clouds resulting in a brilliantly shimmering blanket of colours as if carved with diamonds;which is indeed the most picturesque creation of Gods mighty hands.