Rain do come again………..

Rain Drops

Rain Drops (Photo credit: freefotouk)

Pitter patter pitter patter, the raindrops make a sound. Finally it rained here in Karachi. Something  that we all had been waiting for. There is something about the rainy season, the cloudy weather and the rain it self that makes you want to sit down and analyze things. At least that is what I do. It puts me in a nostalgic mood. I sit down and enjoy seeing the water drops falling and the earthy smell that comes from the wet mud.

The other day when it rained, I was watching my kids enjoying the rain splash. They have a very different way of enjoying it. While one was dragging his cycle form one place to the other, the other had a wiper in his hand, and was busy clearing the gutters of the dead leaves with it, so that the rain water could go down the drain undisturbed.

I remembered the time when I was at my parents house and it used to rain. Oh My! I used to have so much fun. I used to dance in the rain with such freedom, and used to play around so much. I miss doing all that. I miss being in the rain and doing crazy stuff. I miss splashing the dirty water on myself , lying down on the floor and getting the muddy water in my hair. Miss the freedom and the exhilarating feeling of enjoyment.

Now it is all about decorum. I can not enjoy the way I  used too. They might get offended. I have to make sure the others enjoy, while I sit on the sidewalk and look on. It is for my kids to enjoy now and I am just to make sure that they don’t get tired, that they don’t end up with runny nose or fever.

Time changes and things happen. But in the process of growing up, you lose the essence of the real you. You lose it somewhere. It hidden behind, social norms, customs and decorum. You let the others will over power yours just so to maintain peace and equilibrium. Funny how others take your behavior for granted, as that is how you were. So little they know of you, and yet they don’t care enough to find out more.

Rain come again later in my life, when I am done with responsibilities and I am finally free, come so that I can enjoy you in the same innocent way. Do come so I can again dance with abandon, and not worry about how it may seem. Do come again…………..


One thought on “Rain do come again………..

  1. nice amna, you made me recollect my memories of the rain too. life has its pressures but never forget that empowerment and making the best of an opportunity are two sides of the same coin

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