The Rains Are Back

Brings me back fond memories of the song by BJ Thomas, Raindrops are Falling on my Head, which Nothings Plenty introduced me to a long time back and it has stayed with me ever since. It rains through the night incessantly. 

I listen to the sound of the rainwater hitting my window sill with a force. I guess the rains missed us too. 

The summer has been long, extended and unbearable.

The rains usher in romance, beauty amidst the gloomy dark skies, the cool breeze blowing over you - all you want to do is just snuggle under the warmth of the blanket and read Rain in the Mountains by Ruskin Bond, swooning over his poetry, listening to the strums of the guitar in the background. 

Indulgence.

Photograph courtesy: Sowmya Natarajan