I concur with Mr. Marley.
I feel this more than ever because the childhood has been stripped of it.
People around me cringe at the sight of an overcast or the rumbling of thunderclouds. The joy I feel is beyond description.
So when I stepped out in Calcutta today and it rained cats and dogs, I could not help myself from flinging away the umbrella and soaking up the showers. Half an hour I walked the streets on my own, tasting the pure water and feeling them cleanse me.
There’s hardly a feeling more satisfying.
Oh the rains make me so happy. It's almost as if something benign takes over me when a thunder strikes, like a streak of joy 😀
Loved how you have written it! And now I know everything that's pouring in your life 🙂
Yes, Swat. Its something that I just cannot get enough of. Even in the gravest of mind frames, a sight of dark rain clouds can make me smile 🙂