The rsin memories
The Melody of Rain: A Soulful Embrace of the Rainy Season
There is something eternally magical about the sound of rain. As the first drops fall gently upon the sheet-covered terrace, a musical rhythm begins—soft, soothing, and timeless. It is not just water touching metal; it is nature composing a lullaby. That gentle pitter-patter of raindrops carries me away from the present moment and takes me back in time—back to the innocence of school days.
I remember walking briskly under an umbrella, the sky grey and moody above, the streets glistening below. A heavy school bag clung to my shoulder, filled with books that often ended up slightly damp despite my best efforts. My uniform would be partially wet, my shoes soaked, but my heart? Oh, my heart was light, happy, and thrilled by the freshness of the world around me. That was the magic of rain—it turned a daily routine into a cherished memory.
The rainy season brings a divine transformation to nature. The parched earth drinks deeply and rejoices. Trees wear a brighter shade of green, the air smells of wet soil—a scent that no perfume in the world can replicate. The fields, once cracked with heat, become a lush expanse of life. Farmers look skyward with gratitude as the life-giving rain fills reservoirs and revives agriculture. It is a season of hope and abundance.
Here in Kerala, the rain feeds not just the land but our souls. The Nila river, calm and reflective in the dry months, turns wild and fiery, surging with renewed strength. Watching it flow is like watching time itself—swift, powerful, unstoppable. The sight fills my heart with both awe and humility. The water that flows through Nila is not just rain; it is tradition, memory, and spirit.
Rain is a blessing dressed in silver drops. It dances on rooftops, kisses the soil, and brings joy to every corner of life. Children splash through puddles with unbridled laughter. Elders sit by the window, sipping hot tea, lost in thought. Poets find their muse, lovers find shelter in each other, and the world seems to pause—to feel, to listen.
For me, the rainy season is not just a weather pattern. It is a season of music, memory, and meditation. It reminds me of the simplicity of joy, the power of nature, and the beauty of life's small, unnoticed miracles. As I listen to the rain on the terrace, I realise that sometimes, happiness comes not from grand achievements, but from the gentle rhythm of falling rain and the warmth it brings to the heart.