Humans and the first drizzle.

That faint clap of lighting, the gust that passes by, that first tiny drop of rain that falls on our face, those covered skies and that blend of mellow fragrance of mud and rain. The first rain of the season is all about the same minute yet beautiful moments.

The experience turns out to be even more special with the person you love. Sitting on a couch enthralled into the presence of each other, a mug of coffee and heart only filled of love. 

You see how weather suddenly calls us to be a child for one more time. Splashing those little droplets of water does nothing but reminds us of the days when we often used to get those scoldings for being too careless about our wet clothes, when we literally used to wait for this time to sink ourselves into the moment.

Remember when we used to return from our school, all wet with mud all over our shirts, helpless. And uncles and aunties staring as if we were the last creatures , all wrapped with dirt on this earth.

Craving for a long drive at this particular time of a season seems to be a ritual now. And cherry on the top is getting it accomplished. Those vivid outside scenes between the mist all over drives us into the moment of looking upon our surrounding from a complete different perception. 

We find ourselves being lost in that particular moment where everything feels so easy, so beautiful as if our life is not that tedious as we made it , as if our world is not suffering with any atrocities, as if there is peace and humanity all over.

But how strange it is that the rain which brings the best time of our life is the one which also brings back the memories of them who once used to hold a small corner of our heart and now we barely feel their existence. How every moment spent with them then held a special place in our heart, how telling them about our every minute of our life was meant in our routine, when talking to them used to lessen the heaviness that we carried whole day in our head. But as said, "with time person changes too".

The droplets which falls from the heaven right on the earth with its purest form and gradually, with time turns into mere spilled water that are to be wiped off is a proof that people are similar to those droplets. They come into our life , making their presence feels like a bliss to our heart and with time turns into those passing strangers who does nothing but turns out to be that spilled water that are to be wiped off.

Beside all this, let's just hope that the first rain of this season brings some positivity, hope and strength in this crucial time for all of us. 

The world surely need that.

                                        By - Anshika Awasthi