Rain Wrath

Rain is a self indulgent monster. It is the cacophonous conundrum of a thousand drops beating on the leaves of the trees in a dissonant droll. The only thing it knows how to do best is fall. It entertains itself over the fact that it can fall in a downpour or it can come off as a soft drizzle. It is the master of its mood.

Rain is merciless. When it rains, without leniency, it will drench us to our bones; No excuses of a forgotten umbrella or a day in a white overall, it will drum over you too! Rain is a formidable fable. So you better be accoutred when you step out of that threshold friend, you better check if you have by misfortune left your umbrella by the side of the door. You better pack your raincoats the night before to be safer than the safest. Rain never spares you!

Rain gives me the shivers. Rain is unfettered. It knows no boundaries. Rain comes down with all its mirth and all the waffle. It shouts out all its thoughts that it had held on for days in the dark clouds. Neither has it anything cached away, nor any propriety. Rain has no I and no us. Rain is just plain water when we look at it from a cursory vantage. But, I have a history with rain.

I don’t like to get wet in the rain. Rain traps me inside my house. It is a cascading curtain of water that inundates me in a void. Rain is a juggernaut phenomenon that knows how to make me innervated. It makes me envious of all the venting it is privileged to. When it rains, I stay indoors and listen to all the anger and whine it pours out. It is indefatigable sometimes and it goes on for hours.  But, rain is one lucky fellow who can throw any tantrum it wants to and still be normal. Rain makes me want to rain.