the incessant rain
For the last 48 hours, I have been listening to the pour of raindrops over the earth surface, houses and trees, over the tarpaulin sheet above my balcony.. Last night as I dingled along a tiring sleep, forawhile it occured to me that someone has been calming my anxious senses throughout the chorus-full night. I woke up early and I still found the sound of rain. I opened the door of my balcony and looked at the violet sky. No wonder, we call this phase of weather as some kind of Season. They say it's the season of rain. As I stood grey looking out, I knew that some very recent day it was a lot of humidity around and it was kind of hard to bear it on my skin. I wished for the day in front of me and here it is plucking strings inside me. I don't want to let go of today and yet time does not listen me. It moves like a mad elephant. No brakes. As day surpassed, the sky brightened to whiter shade and I felt that I couldn't stop this. I couldn't stop earth to rotat...