Musings of a rainy day

Lately Thimphu is experiencing quite an erratic weather. The sun is blazing hot in the morning and gets you in the mood for a cool, light and a comfy kira and a tego. Just as you step out of the house humming to a sunny day, the dark and cumulus clouds appear out of nowhere and start hovering. Within few minutes it starts pouring down without a warning. 

If one is not armed with an umbrella then you never know. You can be drenched in rain anywhere and look like raccoons when your perfectly clad mascara runs down the face. That is if you are not wearing water-proof mascara, if you are then it saves you to some extent (not entirely though) from looking like a racoon (How is your mental picture on this?) lol. 

Oh this rain, why art thou so fiddle-minded? Often I have my faithful friend, my umbrella to shield me from the rain and the cold afterwards. Without my faithful friend I can’t step out of the house at all and I see every Thimphuite doing this now. We can never trust the weather here.

Speaking evil of the rainfall, yet I have developed a love-hate relationship with the rain now and I kind of like it. There was this time long ago when I used to hate rainfall. The dreadful thought of the rain made me messy and I used to avoid stepping out in the rain. I have overcome that now. I love the sound of the raindrops on the rooftop. It revives a lost magical spirit in me. What is that lost magical spirit? I have no exact definition to it.

The rainfall on the rooftop lulls me to a perfect deep sleep. Or it makes me in the mood to read a good book with a cup of steaming coffee. Or watch some nice movies in bed which I have been doing. I finished Carrie Diaries, an American teen drama and a prequel to sex and the city. I have been hooked to it and can’t wait for the second season scheduled to be released in October only.

Or it arouses the writer spirit in me, like this one. When it rains I like to muse about it. And this rain has definitely proven to help me emerge out of my writing hiatus.                                                                            

The smell of the fresh earth after a good rainfall excites me. The freshness it leaves on the surface of the earth rejuvenate the inner passion in me and I feel like a newborn, innocent and ready to splurge on the voyage of life’s new chapter, a new beginning altogether. Perhaps this is the lost magical spirit in me, I’m not sure though. 

Just as it came with its season, rainfall will go away soon. It breaks my heart. Ah!  I hate goodbyes. But I have autumn to look forward to :). Autumn makes me jovial and melancholic sometimes. An entire post dedicated to autumn is here. I have an undying love for autumn.

I’m a no poet here but I tend to take the weather personally. Do you also do the same or it does not bother you? be it rain or shine, cold or warm.