I really like rain. It’s somehow embedded in my psyche in conjunction with some great times spent with family, at home, having a great time together while watching the rain falling outside. Rain used to be an excuse for mom to make some great snacks at home and enjoy them while chatting around the table. Perhaps it’s also got to do something with what I was told about it early on. I think I was 3 or 4 when I asked why does rain occur. The answer that was provided to me was “God is taking a shower”. That attached a spiritual perspective to the whole ambiance. And the resulting mud scent, clean air and the general sense of freshness that comes up always gladdens my heart as well.
So I was a bit surprised recently when I found myself cursing it when I was running towards an appointment and as usual forgot my umbrella. I was getting late and standing someplace doing nothing, which I find very hard to do. It wasn’t the first time either. That made me think…perhaps its a sign. Life shifts between different phases. Sometimes you tend to have time to enjoy or appreciate whatever comes your way. And then in yet another phase of life you start cursing whatever comes IN your way towards what you want to do. Living in Manhattan has perhaps shifted life more towards the latter for me. There are always a ton of things to do (partially my own fault). But it was a sign and useful one at that.
