I wonder why Monsoons are looking sad these days, I always thought Fall is the saddest of all but suddenly I had a change of heart which does not occur very often, when I was walking through a rain.
It looks like Monsoons have something to hide, as if they are ashamed to let it out and that’s why they cry the feeling off, the thunder and all the rumbling are like the anger of a hungry child, like how it starts shouting and all the mess it creates to convey the message to its mother. The message that is obvious only to the mother.
It follows a pattern which is unpredictable, how ironic.
The handsomeness with which it came down reminded me of the first walk of a cousin of mine, "a drop here and a drop there" and then starts with full flow, washes away the dirt off the roads synonymous to how a meaningful smile from a friend washes away the sadness from our hearts. No matter how sad the rains look getting drenched in a rain always makes me happy will only be an understatement since I have nothing else to look forward for in my fellow beings, their predictable nature only brings disappointment, but then i am the same as them.
I have this habit of looking at all those phenomena and non living things as anthropomorphic entities which gives me the privilege of assuming what they think and to explain how their behavior supports our views since they have not the ability to argue against us and for which I am very thankful to them and awfully comfortable in using them.
