Rainy Reflections

“Today I drop the façade

Lower ever slightly the walls

Seek what I have eluded

And promise to not deceive the deluded”

It is a pity that Monsoon strikes just once in a year.

Rain is my friend in every form, be it the light drizzle of tear drops falling inconsistently, the sudden shower that leaves before you notice it or the rush of water pellets from darkened skies that flood the earth (and roads :P). I hold no discrimination.

The shift of the violent breeze, the clouding of the skies, the smell of the ever alive earth and the stage is set for the rain to fall and me to write.

Yes, the rain is also my closest friend because it awakens a side of me that doesn't write very often.

I write stories my sober self would never call mine and yet I am proud of them.

It is a shame to leave them in my notebooks and my friends share the same opinion for one of them went ahead and created this blog.

So here I am to write.

And it is such an irony that the day I set to type this there isn't a cloud in sight!

But then there are stories... stories of the many rainy days of the year gone by that will soon fill this page.

There will be no escape for they will always be here for all to see and judge through the time... until the day I have no more to say of the rain!

Chances are... it will rain tonight!