A rainy day...

I remember:

waking up to the sound of thunder rumbling and cracking outside. I remember get hurt on my toe as I sprinted off my bed to go outside. And my tiny little toe still throbs in pain. I remember shielding my eyes from the sudden light I had welcomed myself to. I remember the rush of cool and gentle breeze which  caressed my face and and made my hair fly in every direction. I remember the giggle that escaped my throat when my hair tickled my neck. It felt wonderful. 

Then. I remember seeing my mother frantically scurrying around the balcony in haste of picking up the dried clothes while murmuring something . I remember how I decided on not to help her and enjoy the commotion. I remember noticing my father sitting in a corner- lost in the newspaper seeming unaware of the nature's delight. And oh yes. I do remember frowning a little on seeing him like that. But I also remember seeing his face hidden behind the newspaper- the pleasant smile which spread across his lit up face.

I remember seeing the trees sway to the rhythm of the wind. Congregating  as they danced in joy. I remember the the sound of birds, singing to the winds in delight. And the one I saw perched on a corner who fluttered its water drenched wings sprinkling tiny drops of water around, I remember that too. 

And I remember the rich earthen scent of wet clods of mud wafting in the air too. I remember how I puffed my lungs and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance smiling exuberantly to it all. I touched the leaves of the plants which were adorned with crystal like pristine raindrops and traced the patterns it formed. 

I remember the feeling of fresh drops against my skin. The coolness and purity of it penetrating inside me, piercing through and touching my soul.... It was beautiful.

I remember it all....

I remembering it all as I sit here the next day under the scorching and scathing sun...