Rain, Reign.

I am sitting at my desk and watching the rain. I marvel at it, Its dullness, its greenness and its absolute indifference to the things it falls on. Rain, is absolutely not concerned, about how it affects things. It is not bothered by how much paint it tears off a building, how many peoples clothes it soaks through, where its scattered form collects, and then coagulates into puddles, pools and flood like rivers. Rain is the unconcerned product of a cloud's resolute need to get off its chest all that burdens it. Systems are all so context specific no? The cloud that burst, is having its ecstatic moment of relief, the person who is flooded in, is having their worst day of inconvenience and cold, wet misery. 

The buildings that soak in it, are weary in this ragged city. They grow tired of how this water finds every crack it can manage to seep through, and then proceed to do, exactly that - seep through it. This in another context is akin to great lovemaking, where a lover's hands and touch are as relentlessly searching when caressing the object of their affection. I cannot help but be thrown into a tail spin of thought by this rain, and how much it makes me aware of. 

It can be so beautiful, so melancholic, so sad and so comforting, it breaks heat, splices the sky and washes away things. Things in my head, things in my heart. It cleans the dust off the leaves, and the cobwebs off some of my dreams. It reminds be to be free like it, absolutely not concerned by dreaming free.

It manifests in so many places, over rivers at sunset, over oceans in storms, through office windows, onto windshields. I especially love rain drops on windshields of cars, where they blur out the tail lights of cars in traffic ahead of me, into abstract globs of bleeding light. There is a magic to this monsoon. There is a magic to everything. Simple things like rain help me to see it.