New Beginnings - Ones involving Rain

Its cloudy again. I just realized I loved rain a lot more as a child. I loved the smell of the wet earth after the first few drops of rain on a hot day, or actually after several scorching,torturous, mind-numbingly hot days. I loved everything about the rain- the way it poured relentlessly but wetted only the edges of my toes as I sat on that single step in the kitchen that led to our little backyard with several trees but no grass, the way it sounded on the leaves of the trees that seemed to wait for it as much as all of us, the happy shreiks of kids who ran out to play in the first rain of the season (I stayed away from doing anything like that because I had a tendency to get violently sick) while I hugged myself feeling and smelling the soft, fragrant, coolness that the monsoons brought with them gently nudging away a very angry summer. And then, the gentle patter would give way to flicker of gloworms or the chatter of insects.

I loved how everything sprang to life with the monsoons - it seems like a long time ago, in an innocent time, one without the knowledge all the bad things the economy can do to us, and we, to it.