Pitter patter rain drops...

There is a deafening thunder as I write this post Nasik lately has been witness to floods and heavy rain. Such rain it had not witnessed in the past forty years! The weather outside is beautiful. It has not started pouring yet, but the thunder gives a fore warning of their arrival.. Its dark.. almost as if its late evening.. Nothing sounds more tempting now than a blanket, a cup of hot coffee and a novel... This is the season for the one of my favourite flowers - white butterfly ginger lily... better known as sontakka in marathi. It sits pretty in my living room right now.. spreading a beautiful fragrance which is second only to the scent of wet mud that comes from outside. As I look outside the window at the tiny drops of water that have started to slowly make the garden tiles polka dotted, I wonder whether, away from this peace, I also have a super hectic and run-all-the-time life when I am in Mumbai...? This is so contrast to all that.. so serene.. so calm.. It has started to pour now.. my garden is all wet and the atmosphere chilly. One more loud thunder and the force of the rain increased... I wish I could go out and get drenched... but I cant. I have fever :( The pitter patter on the shed outside reminds me of the poem "I hear thunder... I hear thunder.. oh do u? Pitter patter rain drops..." which my bro used to sing in nursery in a typical sing-song manner of his... I can picture him in his navy blue tiny pants and making cute finger movements while saying "pitter patter rain drops".. :) Oh I so simply love rains... the wet garden... the thunder.. the occasional lightening... the cool breeze... the peace.. the calm and the pitter patter rain drops...