“Which is your favourite season of the year?” He asked in his barbitone voice. His eyes held the familiar curiosity of an innocent child who wanted to imbibe every bit of information he can get about me. I marvelled at the coincidence as it was about to rain, though the summer did not end, yet. “I love the rain. I like it when the thunder scars the sky and roars through the swift wind. There is a moment of uncertainity before it rains. That is my most favourite time of the year. It is very dull and dim as if someone has cast his shadow over your world.It is a moment when you don’t really know whether it would rain or not. The swift wind increases its pace. The thunder roars with renewed energy and suddenly you hear something similar to a thousand beatings all rained on something at the exact moment.I wonder how it feels like on the mountain top ,you know, when it is about to rain. I have heard that it rains first on the mountain tops. And then, after a few moments of anticipation, the first drop of rain ,followed by a million, brushes against your face. The swift wind carries a million more. I laugh and smile, eager for more. Then I smell the earth and the dried leaves in the air. When I look up, I could see the tall trees , the leaves, tender and old, glistening in the rain. The sky is dark and grey. It is cloudy but it is beautiful to me”.I took a moment to enjoy the similar scenario and then with a smile on my face , I looked at him. He was silently watching me. I don’t know what he thought of me. I know, people usually prefer bright sunny days to dull grim rainy ones. I love the thunder, the smell of earth and dried leaves. I love dull colours like brown, bronze,gray,black and white. And I get excited when it rains. It reminds me of the days when I seeked refuge in the rain who gently concealed my tears with his. He was like a lover who rained a thousand kisses on my face as I lay hugging my pillow beside the open window when it was pouring outside.He surprised me with a variety of scents which were better than the flowers. He overwhelmed me with his power to heal me whenever I needed him. The rain was an excellent lover to me.
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