Last year. Monsoon. Home. Abbottabad.

Rains are beautiful. I have always had a awe-infusing contact and perception of it. I love how the dirt smells afterwards, and how everything looks perfect in its sparkly-clean splendour. Rain also enacts to characters: The Good, and The Evil.
The Good because it brings along several changes in the natural flow that are necessary for it to survive and prosper.
The Evil because when it does come onto you, it can damage many a things on the way. Like farms needs and fears it, animals are tormented, people shown some limits to their movement, and especially the people who are living in poverty see a lot of hardship due to rain.

But its oh-so beautiful, nonetheless.

Also, this picture is wonderful. I bolstered up the radiance slightly (since I dont have a camera that does that for me) to its more natural state when I took the picture. Love the fact that the camera thankfully directed its focus point to where I wanted it.

And listen to this rain
or if the rain has stopped
listen to the drips
and if even the drips and drops have stopped when you come back
you can just sit and listen to the wet.

That’s what I would do.
- Anon

For me, the most comforting smell in the world is the aroma of rain. It is the scent of wet earth to be precise. It is a smell that intoxicates me. It calms me. It soothes me. It lets me know; the world is a better place than it seems to be.

Most people prefer sunny days and associate them with happiness. I celebrate the rain. While sunny days represent zest and energy, while they bring everything into sharp focus; rain blurs the lines.

In my mind, rainy and overcast days are a projection of all that is not going on in my head. They are calm, lazy and free of turmoil. Overcast days have a way of making me feel like, for once time is standing still. That I can stop and take the time to breathe.

As a little girl, I had an over active imagination, that did not put me on very good terms with the dark. My fear of the “monster under my bed” was all-consuming. The only times I remember sleeping peacefully was during thunder storms. Ironic, I know. Thunder and lightning were my protectors who fought valiantly against “evil”. I would feel the safest when the storm would be the loudest.

Even now when I look outside my window and see the raindrops fall. Hear the pitter patter of the rain. It brings a smile to my face. It makes me want to dance a little jig. I can’t smell the rain, but I know it will always be there. And that is enough to make me feel at peace with the world.

Even if it’s for, a brief moment in time.

It was raining, it had been constantly pouring since the last three days. She had been stuck in her apartment since then as the mere thought of heavy rain used to infuriate her. She stared out of the window, the gloomy weather did not match her style at all. She was the kind of woman [...]