To me, there is nothing more beautiful than the first rain showers of the season. I love seeing the skies turn ever darker, woolly grey clouds sweeping out over the coast, sea waters turning choppier by the second, the breeze picking up and swirling away all the summer dust, tall palm trees swaying against the storm, dramatic streaks of lightning linking the heavens to the earth and, finally, those sparkly, shimmery, silvery drops of rain falling on my face and hands and hair… is there anything in the world that’s more beautiful, more soothing, more refreshing?
This is the time to sit on an open terrace, drinking jasmine tea (or a masala chai if you are in Mumbai, my homeland) and eating onion fritters. Or maybe sipping a tall flute of chilled Prosecco and feasting on olives and parmesan as nature plays out it’s most amazing spectacle all around. Touching and feeling the raindrops on your skin, hearing the wind and thunder swirling around in abandon and seeing a bright summer afternoon transform into a dark and shadowy twilight zone. This is the time to be on your own, with your own thoughts – not amidst the clamour of crowds. It’s the time to reflect, to clear your mind, to resolve the past and plan the future. It’s the time to let the rain showers clear away those innermost cobwebs just as they are wiping the slate clean for nature’s panorama.
It’s definitely not the time to worry about your clothes getting wet. Or your mascara flowing away. Or even your hair frizzing to double its size. There are enough days in the year when we need to worry about our style quotient… let monsoon be the time out when you can just be yourself. When you want to dance through the rains as they soak right through to the skin. When you laugh with abandon and experience the pure, unadulterated joy of being one with nature and not having a care in the world.
Try it once… you will never go back. Trust me on this, I speak from experience!
What about you? What’s your favorite memory of the monsoon?