When it rains…..

Going back to home in the evening in the company bus with no one beside me to talk to would be, I thought, an ordeal nevertheless it was a journey I had to bear. I was planning to sleep in the bus so that I would not get bored and then start harassing strangers who in turn would either hand me over to some police station or a mental hospital. The window was open and the cool breeze getting colder with every passing minute. Various question started coming to my mind and there was a circus of thoughts playing right inside my empty head sponsored by the boredom that I dread.
First thought : why is it that when you climb in to the bus people usually choose a seat on which no one is sitting? Is it that they want to be alone? If solitude is so enjoyable then I am thankful to god that he has not made me like everyone else. I would look for some familiar face while climbing on to the bus and if I don’t find anyone who can bear me then I would look for the craziest fellow aboard and sit beside him/her. But then I started noticing that guys don’t like another guys sitting beside them and gals don’t exactly adore guys popping from nowhere to sit beside them when there are other empty seats available. So I nowadays I find an empty space and settle my bosom comfortably whenever I board a bus (fortunately for me I always find a good friend and unfortunately for them they cant dodge me).
And before I could think of another silly thing I felt the splattering of the rain drops on my face. I saw outside and I was numb with the view of the sky. There was lot of traffic, noise, commotion, pollution and lots of animosity amongst people outside but what I noticed was only the sky and the rain drops on my face. Lots of my co-travellers started closing their window to avoid the divine drops endangering their clothes but I kept the window open. They were staring at me for behaving so foolishly as I was getting wet but I felt like the rain was purifying me in a queer way. All my sorrows and sadness suddenly seemed insignificant and I was like a phoenix rising from the ashes. I was washed over with mirth and joy. I realised that petty things like these could give humans such joy then there is no reason for them to be sad ever.
I didn’t close the window till I reached my home and by that time I was fully drenched. The repercussions of the chivalry that I showed were a common cold and a mild headache but that didn’t dampen my spirits at all.
I am so thankful to god that he made rains.
When it rains, I feel my spirits rise,
Life becomes happier and sorrows die,
Mirth is born and soul is refreshed,
Negativity is gone, sadness suppressed.

Life blossoms in form of flowers and sprouts,
Air is cleansed and greenery shouts,
Also cleansed is your soul of any fear,
Open the window and enjoy the rain dear.