It's Raining, It's Pouring

Rains can't be romantic for everyone. While I am sitting here on my window with a cup of tea writing how poetic this weather is, there are other people out there on the streets trying to navigate through the city amidst this heavy shower. Not just streets, even the roof on my head that I am taking for granted is a privilege for so many people. 

I loved rains till the time raincoats did not become an inseparable part of it. Not that it's important but I have always hated raincoats and mosquito nets. They are confining and somehow always end up suffocating me. Umbrellas are lovely though, but they were never an option because I used to go to school on cycle. I remember how every day I used to come home drenched in rain (happily) and then make the same excuse that I forgot my raincoat at home. This went on until the day my mom started keeping it, in my bag, by herself each morning. 

Everyone has that one friend who always stays without asking any question. Rain, in my life, has been that one friend. It stays on a happy day when there are butterflies in my stomach while I am holding someone's hand, it stays during those warm random hugs that I give to my friends, it stays to make all these moments even more special. It also stays on those lonely days when I am walking back home and crying. These rain droplets fall on my face and talk to the tears on my cheeks. They don't console or try to make it any better. They just stay and hide my loneliness and tears from the rest of the world. They stay there to remind me that this too shall pass.