Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Rain, Rain Come Again ...


As the drops of rain made mosaic patterns on my window pane, I grumbled about the gloomy weather and how my chance of spending an afternoon working in my garden bit the dust. But as I watched the rhythmically pouring rain through the window, my idle mind drifted to the happy moments of my life.

My first day at school with my shiny raincoat and rubber shoes ...
My grandfather and I scrambled our way home through the showers in one tiny umbrella ...
How my father and I waded through waist-high water with a birthday cake for my cousin ...
How I swam to reach my college, only to learn that the exams were cancelled ...
How there was a heavy storm when my husband and I first met …
How it rained on our wedding day and yet 700 people showed up at …
How my husband and I drove through Isabel hurricane ...
How we took the delivery of our new car amidst the pouring showers...

And the list goes on … the weather was never sunny and day was never picture perfect when these moments occurred and yet most of my fond memories are of the days when the weather was a bummer. Cesare Pavese has said, “We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.” I am indeed surprised at the veracity of this quote. I had truly forgotten the fact that there was a snow storm when I first met my husband and that it was raining on my wedding day. So come rain or snow, but it the tender moments like these that linger on in our minds.

As I continued to gaze through the window, the rain had stopped. As if she heard my thoughts bemusedly. The trees were draped in emerald green robes with glittering diamonds dripping through them. The birds were chirping away gaily in their soaked nests. My garden looked like it had a makeover! The verdant glistening carpet was staring back at me. The blossomed flowers were looking as fresh as the morning dew and the unopened ones had started to peep out through the buds. Did I say that rain made me feel depressed??? – I must have been dreaming!



1 comment:

Unknown said...

Betu,
Great imagination of "Rain Rain come again" and the related episodes in your life ...
I will end one umbrella from India thru' your in-laws.
Take it rainy..

Papa