Raindrops and roses..

Dear Dreamers,

When was the last time you got drenched in the rain? Not when you were shuttling to work and back, afraid that your hair, your clothes or your shoes might get wet. I cant remember the last time I didn’t huddle through the dampness of a rainy day.

No, today I enjoyed the feeling.

Today I turned to the clouds and watched the big raindrops fall on my face, seep through me.

And it brings back memories. Memories of the my dad driving through the winding roads of Goa, as ginormous raindrops engulf us , my aunts, mom and sister squished at the back, Memories of raindrops on the luscious green leaves and green mountains and valleys at the back, and the memories of the sweet sweet smell of wet soil rising up and bringing with it the promise of the rain on the tortured hot ground.

We don’t do this often enough, let the rain wash over us. We get tied down by our commitments, our desire to get the next shiny object.

And so we forget ..

Sometimes you just need to face the sky and soak in the rain.