It Rains on Me

I felt something cold in my arms. Looking up I see nothing than a pile of clouds in the blue sky. I was hoping for a rain and a drop tickles my skin. It's mid July and still Kathmandu has not witness the rain. Don't know why barsha this year is not favoring us. Scientists and journalists argued it on the basis of climate change and locals are worshipping indradev to shade down his anger. I think the injustice and unruly people of Kathmandu could not lure indradev as corruption enters in the premise of god too. And climate change, I don’t know what will affect us more, climate change in environment or in Nepali politics?

Anyway, touched by a drop of rain, I headed towards home. Hoping to be soaked by rain in the days to come, way home, and the never ending traffic jam received me. Filthy water is used to beat the dust in the road and mud spraying job performed by the motorcycle ruined my clothes. Cursing the road and the Japanese company responsible to destroy it, I reached home drained in dust, thanks to our highway. From the corner of my eye, I could guess the collection of rainy clouds in the hills, a sigh of relief. Getting rid of the dusty clothes and sitting in front of the TV with special tea aama gave to me was the only thing that soothe my mind these days. Images are flicking in front of me yet I am thinking something mischievous and unknown in my head. I quite don’t know what I think these days. They are not complete in anyway. They are in the primitive state and I couldn't figure out what I am thinking. Trying to concentrate on the specific problems, chains of thoughts made me forget what is that special things I am bothering at present. I am very confused these days and confessing here I am not feeling great that it's been almost six months, I have had something significant. It's always messy and muggy.

However, hassles of people out in the streets besides my house break my thought. With the chiya I went out to see what's happen. I feel muddy outside. It's almost dark and could see people when one widened his eye.

In the balcony, I felt some rain. Running up in the roof with the cup I was almost jumping. All the neighbors were on top of their houses and waiting something special to happen. Clouds gather ominously in the sky and it's ready to pour. Still I was enjoying the sight, big drops of rain pounced in the roof. I was facing upwards feeling those drops in every part of my face. Forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, ears and every nerve center in there are enjoying in every possible way. Water ran through my neck and enters the body and in a minute I was completely drenched. Lucky me and lucky we. Finally it rains and I enjoyed the thunders and lightings thoroughly. Now I feel I have missed the rain very badly. I return inside the room and the sound of pouring rain outside is making my night even more enjoyable and cool than the waiting lists of updates in the face-book page of the computer besides my bed. I hope I won't open that computer tonight and let free my mind wherever it wants to go. Please don't disturb me tonight.

ps, frenzy feelings just poured out