Rain is the Elixer of life to me

Heavy drops of rain pouring down the sky. Did I say drops? No they are like buckets and buckets of water poured down at once. Then there is flash of light and at the count of five a loud thunder. A dark night (I would like to say the darkest night), lightning and thunder, a heavy rain, sound of water hitting the roof in a non-stop pour, brings to me, a lot of visions and kindles my imagination. A mysterious night with a serial killer on the run, a gun in his coat pocket and a knife down his sock. Something like the killer from ‘I know what you did last summer’. Detectives in his pursuit, with raincoats, hats and gumboots, like the CID series. All these visions are all like seen it all and heard it all, Isn’t it? I switch over, to visualize something more interesting, more creative. Visions of cats and wolves cross my mind. I abandon them as being silly and childish.I stare at the sky in need for some feed for imagination. It is the lightning again, as if shouting a silent greeting. It looks like; it is trying to say something, but is being muffled by someone. The thunder; The thunder is loud and clear, like a ghost attempting to scare. I think of all those children who must be covering their faces with blankets, envisaging the ghosts in the dark night. The rain, I believe, is the most misunderstood fellow. The poor thing is always is associated with bad things. Sometimes its called the gloomy weather, leading to gloomy moods and depression. I wonder why? My spirits always seem to go up whenever I smell, see, feel or even think of the rain. All tragic deaths are allied with heavy rains, in movies. A really astonishing fact, it has been observed that people in mental asylums generally act more absurd on rainy days. I would like to believe they are just happy. Happy is referred to crazy in this world.I am going off the tangent, I understand. Here, I have another vision. I now see a lighthouse, It is raining heavily, the lightning at frequent intervals, now highlights a light house at a distance, the mad sea is roaring below. It’s a dark dark night with no moon in sight. Like the thunder has swallowed the moon entirely. A lone boat, struggles in the sea, rocking to and fro, with no hope of survival. Depressing vision again, I am making an effort to have happy thoughts, to do justice to this beautiful entity called ‘the rain’. I, personally, love the rain, especially in the day time. The intense smell of mud, brings in me, some kind of a raw passion. The sound of the gushing water is like a chatty friend. The rain leaves behind clean vivid colors, everywhere around me. The dazzling orange flowers, fresh green leaves, clear blue skies, wiped clean roads, they all denote hope in life, a new beginning, a fresh start. Like everything that was ugly and cheerless have been wiped out for me and here I am presented with a new slate, a clean wiped out slate, to write my story. Rains definitely bring joy to me. It quenches my thirst for beauty and serenity and I drench my body and soul in this Elixir of life and wonder if this is some kind of alchemy that grants me eternal happiness.