If there’s something that can calm down the biggest of all storms, bring a smile on the saddest of all faces, or, beautify the disheveled, it is rains.
It is purely divine.
How confidently it assures that there is always respite after the scorching heat, euphoria after sadness!
Rains make the trees greener than ever, the roads cleaner than ever, music and a cup of hot tea soothing than ever.
It is a lullaby to the drowsy, a song to the dancer, music to the singer, romance to the lover, and, inspiration to the writer.
Oh, what is it that the rains can’t do?
It gives joy to the sad, relief to the tensed, hope to the disabled, and, belief to the incredulous. It assures a way to the confused and warmth of feeling to the cold.
To be able to do a task, there must be willingness. Rains provide willingness to complete the tasks we’ve forever wanted to do but didn’t. Such is its beauty. Such is its charm.
It can comfort the depressed.
If the shattered still hopes, it is because of the rains. If magic and miracles have meaning, it is because of the rains.