RAIN : A JOURNEY FROM DISLIKE TO APPRECIATION

   

Rainy days have always posed challenges for me. Wet floors became slippery hazards, and clothes took forever to dry. Water would seep into our house through the old roofs and the long wooden planks above.      

Power outages were frequent during storms, leaving us reliant on lanterns or mud lamps. Nights became long and restless without electricity, making peaceful sleep elusive.

Venturing to school was no better. Mud roads turned treacherous, canals overflowed with dirty water, and our raincoats and umbrellas had no designated place in the crowded classroom.

The aftermath often included catching colds, fevers, coughs, and headaches. Cough syrups, tablets, hot water, and various remedies became routine. All these factors overshadowed any joy rain might bring, burying it deep within.

To be honest, I didn't like rain initially. However, as I grew up and my experiences evolved, my perspective began to shift. Moreover, reading about others' experiences helped me see rain in a new light.

 A New Perspective through Literature

One significant shift in my perception came after reading Ruskin Bond's Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas. This collection of semi-autobiographical writings offers a serene and intimate portrayal of life in the Himalayan foothills. Bond's lucid prose vividly captures the sensory experiences of mountain life—the gentle swish of rain, the mist-laden trails, and the tranquil solitude that rain brings. His reflections evoke a deep connection to nature and highlight the simple joys found in everyday moments.

 Reading Bond's work allowed me to appreciate rain's beauty and its role in nurturing the environment. His ability to find joy in the mundane and his deep reverence for nature inspired me to reevaluate my own experiences with rain. 

 Balancing Appreciation with Caution

Despite this newfound appreciation, I remain cautious. Recent floods and the chaos caused by heavy rains remind me of the challenges and dangers associated with the monsoon season. These events sometimes reignite my initial aversion to rain.

 I pray for balance—for rains that nourish without destroying, for moments of tranquility without turmoil.

 

In essence, my journey with rain has evolved from discomfort to a nuanced appreciation, influenced significantly by literature and personal growth. While challenges persist, I now recognize the rain's dual nature—its capacity to both disrupt and delight.

(This post is  a part of Blogchatter's Bloghop )