Rain, Rain come again. Go away another day!

It's drizzling. What a day! I was never romantic with the idea of rain. I preferred to sleep when the rain hits the soil. But, "this" me finds it attractive. Also, it was sunny these days and the rain is blessing this place after long days. I miss the soil smell, yet the rain has made the trees look beautiful. The traces of dust on the leaves have disappeared. They look greener. 

I wish my mornings to be like this every day. Calm with the drizzles sprinkling around. The unlucky putt, I’m destined to sit in front of the computer on this beautiful day, type the endless number of words, in the name of ‘work’. While I was coming to work today, I was reading Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In. One question stuck my mind – what will you do if you weren’t afraid? I have been thinking for so long to answer this question. Perhaps, I would have gone for long journeys. I would have resigned the job, sat at home, read n number of books, and written much better articles. I would have participated plenty of writers’ conferences, book festivals. The list goes on.

I still do most of these. But, the frequency is less as I have to balance it with schedules. In fact, I miss the beautiful mornings like today, when I could simply stare at the window or read something in the chillness of the rain, instead of worrying about meeting deadlines or the biometric attendance systems. Right now, I feel like reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s books. Don’t know why Marquez. But, there are piles of work to do. For now, Goodbye rain. But, keep raining. I would love to hear your noise while I aggressively hit the keyboard.