The Little Things

Entry two
Another fresh new day and many more things to talk about. What are those things again which are worth a second shot.

My semester just got completed recently and my plans for the limited vacation period was as had always been to laze around with my novels and not lift a finger. Now after meeting up with a friend and having a conversation with an even older friend there came..surprise surprise a second thought.
Is the vacation only about secluding oneself into tiny room and poring over novels and stories, reading and re-reading the same stuff? Has the outside world lost it's own inherent mystical charm and intrigue? Cannot the same stories be disguised in the patterns of the grey clouds and gentle mist?

A common view among many is to view the rainy weather as one of gloom and withdrawal. Many lament about missing outdoor activities fearing mud, water, flu. Others provide the rain with poetic words, bathing it in ephemeral droplets of highly fashionable tosh. All things said, as with anything comprehensible to humans there are extreme views in perception. I, am neither an enthusiast nor a hater. I fail to smell what is described as the deep rich aroma of the soil after the first rain, frankly I found it smelt no different. I don't question it, merely site my inability to perceive it. Nor do I understand the near vehemence towards an otherwise harmless weather change. I understand that things get mucky and damp, but then what's not to like in that? The cool breeze and misted hillsides are constantly a source of festive imagination.

This little path in any other day would hardly be something..but add the mist and the usual sudden burst of greenery and it turns into a dirt path worth a short hike. A road to the unknown, a short adventure?

The scenic beauties aside there are the traditions of childhood, the fascination with rain and thunder and the brilliant lightning! One cannot immediately forgo such memories for even in the old the memory of youth is quite deeply etched.

The evening tea time with hot snacks and torrential rains outside? An opportunity worth the sacrifice of a million other commitments.

As it lashes beautifully outside I choose this time to not stay cooped up with comforts. It's time to venture forth. Promises to keep and fun to be had. Why must one not brave the torrent for after all if it weren't for the rains we wouldn't enjoy those small comforts at home and what better excuse than the rain to "stay" at home and skip work? ;)

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

~Gilbert K. Chesterton