Rain, has a meaning different for everyone. It takes one to the reverie of some shared reclused moments, away from reality to a land far far away,to a time that held still then. Now these moments seem so far fetched, in an alien land which is out of reach and like old photographs, these memories also seem to get blurry but sometimes the memories closest to one's heart are the ones one remembers distinctly, so distinctly that even the stark reality fades away in the shadows.
Rain, often burgeons upon one, bringing along those mighty grey clouds, showering over thunder and lightening, growing over you, belittling you in its rage and making you delve into all those things that hurt you and gave you pain, making you remember those dark times, where you never want to go back to, not in your thoughts, never in your dreams and fills your heart with sorrow.
Rain, for me brings along all the ambivalence as it promises to. The uncertainty over who outwits the other - the proud clouds by pouring over or the valiant wind by sweeping over them. It is such a tiff - literally and metaphorically. It arouses so many emotions - some that have remained dormant for long, it brings up so many unanswered questions, those that remained unanswered for the time to unfold the replies.
Yet, through all of it I wonder how the changes affect us, how a particular thing can be dreaded by some and yet desperately awaited by some. Perhaps nature has its own strange ways to make wonders happen.
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