Drops of cascading memories


She was waiting, gazing at the sky. The sky was getting darker, the jam of dark clouds above her, giving her terrifying look. 
It was about to rain. 
The thought of rain took her back to her good old days.

The joy of rain is truly something that can be cherished. The feel of raindrops tingling down her nose to the lips, the touch of those nature clad droplets making her feel alive. The raindrops rolling down like the soft hands caressing the soul. The feel of the cold winds was just making her shiver a little and then the longingness to snuggles under someone’s arms heightened. The sound of rain and the smell of the wet soil was indeed a special combination, it is like the smell revives the sleeping soul. The freshness of the rain brings back many cascading memories, to make her feel the longing to grab the hands of her loved ones and walk under a single umbrella clinging to one another.  

The memories were flooding her soul like the waterfall. Some sweet, some sad and some happy moments in the life.  All she could see from this chitter-chatter rainfall was the distant tea shop that was serving a warm cup of love. The warmth of the tea was pulling her towards the shop. 

She was feeling cold, her feet was all wet and the rings on her feet was clinging on to the other fingers. The cold winds were tickling her feets and the small fingers were literally shivering. The need for warmth was soo intense that she decided to run to the shop, despite not having an umbrella. 

The rain was at its best. The rain, the mountains and the immaculate beauty that was conspiring her to grab the tea were at its intense level. As she was thinking to step out, she kept her hands to feel the rain. The droplets seemed like diamonds falling in her palms and vanishing with a shine. The memory of her childhood flashed in her eyes. 

She just took another step and all she was drenched. The whole feel of the rain was making her soul alive, like water to a desert animal. Rain has the synergy to bring out the soul to nourishment. She stood there holding her chin up and feeling the rain. All she wanted to do was just dance in the rain like a child, jumping up and down like the pitter-patter of the rain drops. 

As she was about to open up her eyes while battling thousands of emotions, her Lil girl came and held her hands asking “mama can I play in the rain? “. All she did then was jumping up and down in those rainy puddles and feel the child inside her. 

Sometimes our child brings the childhood alive in our life. Grabbing second chances is never too late.