Yes, ‘no’ would be my answer right now. I think I might just believe that, the curse is wearing off, gradually (oh it totally did). I spent all my summer longing for clouds of my city to burst open and start crying. Cry to such extent that I get over dozed on happiness. The rain bliss :’) My state of extreme happiness has been defined. Certainly, that really was not the case.
I spent my 3 months of freedom hearing the news that several cities of Pakistan received rain showers and my city was never included in the list of flooding-with-rain bitches. Oh the jealousy. The envious looks. The hateful thoughts. The cursing. Well, the weather forecast of my cell phone still kept us all fooled and deceived, by it’s not-so-true forecasts. I’d see thunderstorm by thunderstorm being predicted in my city and yet, by the end of the day, always found myself in the state of transforming into liquid humans due to the excessive scorching heat.
I think I really did see the weather forecast application do the *point and laugh* move on us for it playing the hideous joke on us. Always. It wasn’t funny y’know? And so I firmly brought myself to a conclusion : my city was cursed.
And so I thought, maybe God isn’t happy from the civilians/me, maybe the clouds are too busy in their happy moments that they find no need to cry and mourn over us, maybe the oceans have dried and the whole cycle has been destroyed OR just maybe, it wasn’t raining because it was not raining. Yea, my mind works in multiple ways.
Anyways, so the curse has been lifted and voila!, it has been raining for five days now. Continuously. Please, now this very moment, offer the ‘being grateful’ to God prayers and do not read my blog with envious eyes, rather send more of your blessings and wish for more rain! Be grateful. All I ask. For me. Or the
The privilege of running in the rain – wild and free. This is one special advantage not enjoyed by all. Here, I would not be talking about the privilege of having two legs to run from, (Alhumdulillah those I have and all my loved ones, the people related to me and all that I know and can think of right now are blessed with the two legs as well) infact the provoking feeling one feels, including me, to run out in the open and love every droplet coming from the far stretched sky at that time. That is the privilege I’m blogging about.
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet – Bob Marley.
- ‘Rain rain, go away. Come again some other day..-‘ <— this one poem I think I loathed the most if I recall my childhood days. Never in my wildest dreams would I want to wish for rain to go and the sky to get clear (except when I’m onto something and rain would totally destroy it). I’ve always loved rain and the fact that everything comes out so beautiful in rain, makes me love it even more. It makes me happy and so I consider this as one of the great privilege I possess, of running out and enjoy it while it rains. No matter how terrible the day has been, Rain would make me glad nonetheless. The sudden instinct I feel, the super happy blood gushing through me, bringing me to my toes and just like that, one forgets the sad world and become a part of the rain. It’s like my other form of chocolate and chips *grins*
The pre-rain weather is to die for as well. The black-grey clouds which thunder and storm up in the air informing us that they would burst open any second, the smell of the mud which makes one wish to keep inhaling the ever strong pleasant aroma, the trees which swish and sing a melody of their own and the day which had been melting down from the blazing sun would take a 360 degree twist and transform into a to-die-for day, dancing along this whole scenario, which I believe even the unprivileged would enjoy. That’s the beauty of it. Running out when it rains is even more beautiful. And awesome.
Naked kids from my colony would come out and do their happy naked dance out on the road. Wearing their mini size shorts (which is often not a good sight) trying to wear off the heat in an amazing and a pleasing way. Splashing through the water which gathers in the potholes on the road, thanks to our authorities who haven’t done anything about this, the kids get to enjoy and spend the leisure time of their swimming pool created in no time.
So everyone out here, who loves rain just from behind their frosted glass/windows or the ones who absolutely despise it, you all are missing out on a great blessing. A great great blessing. Emphasize on ‘great’ please? Get yourself out and manage to put the ‘privileged’ label on your own self and see how everything dramatically changes to awesome-ness. If that’s really not how you feel, my sympathies.
P.S : next time it rains, go out and make it worth it. I really mean it. Enjoy each droplet. Forget that umbrellas were ever invented.