Awoke this morning to the sound of rain outside my window. Although, it wasn’t the gentle pitter-patter that is so common in movie scenes. It was the kind of rain most people would hide away from. Loud and lashing hard. Complete with thunder and lightning. And, as always happens in my part of the world, soon after the rain started, there was a faint ‘thump’ somewhere in the distance and the lights went off. It was, however, gratifying to be reminded of the simplicity of cooking one’s own coffee rather than an electric machine boiling it for you. On that note, I shall go away and drench myself in the madness while dogs and other people on the streets look at me in amusement.
P.S.: I make instant friends with people who like the rain. Anyone?
P.P.S.: Here’s a lesser-known, under appreciated Beatles song that I really like. Of course, it’s about rain. And life.