Rains when Nature cleanses

Speaking tree

meghadootam
meghadootam

When nature cleanses

“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
― Robert Frost

Every rainy season, one site or the other puts up a prompt asking people to write about rains, if not somewhere there is a prompt about your favourite seasons. As a dentist I dread rains, because it means running noses, and cancelled appointment, electricity failure, materials taking longer to set. But otherwise rains are the most rejuvenating thing that can happen.

It is almost as if the rains, wash and cleanse  the nature around us, and our emotional body.

There are so many times, I wished it would rain and wash away all troubles and call forth freshness, what I do then is I stand beneath the  shower and invoke “Parjanya” the Lord of rains.

Water is the most cleansing substance on this earth; it quenches thirst, and cleanses everything it touches. When it rains it is like washing away all the fatigue and energizing the body, mind and soul. One of the ultimate pleasures in life for me, to watch the rains, sipping a hot cup of coffee.  This always puts me on a strong reflective mode.

Everybody talks of snowflakes being unique, but so are the rain drop, the continuous dropping is such soothing drone. Individual small drops, like blessings collect like a puddle this to me symbolic of nourishing small achievements, these small achievements flow through our lives and collect to form a river that allows us connect with the vast.  Those drops are sounds of reassurance; of nourishment for spirit in my case it is washing away stagnation.

Sometimes when it rains really hard, it sounds like white noise everywhere, that’s a lot like silence but not empty. The richness of the rains makes me feel safe, and protected like a healing blanket the comfort of a friend, towards end of summer I become like the river Sindhu described in Meghadhootum who is looking out at the sky overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital muffling gift of falling rain water.

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