Sunshine

How can someone’s happiness be always associated with sunshine? I used to ask people what they like better, rainy day or sunny day. And of all the people I’ve asked, very few of them answered rainy day. Then I’d say I like the rains better than the sunshine. How about that?

So it’s got to be my day everyday since the onset of the rainy season. Nothing beats the feeling of nostalgia as you look out the window and see the rains pouring. I smile as I look at the lovers sharing an umbrella under the pouring sky. I take a deep breath and smell the rain, that distinct smell of grass and pavement wet with rain. I burrow in my bed for its warmth as the mist and the draft enter the window near my bed. I close my eyes and listen to the pitter-patter the drops make on the roof. And I am lulled to sleep as I enumerate the many wonderful things I associate with rain.


I was fifteen years younger when I started asking people what they like better - rainy or sunny day. I've outgrown that habit and smile instead at the thought. Still, I have not outgrown my fondness for rain. I see it as the great equalizer (is there such a word? and did i use it correctly here?). Everybody gets wet when it rains. It doesn't choose which people to shower its drops on. The rains simply pour from the clouds over everyone. We might have different umbrellas, roofs or vehicles to take shelter from but essentially we all get wet. Now isn't that a comforting thought? And with the floods that always come with the rains, everyone else's shoes take a dip at the rushing waters. A Nike or a non-branded rubber shoes all get smudged with mud and floodwater. How can i smile at the idea?

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