Mazha.. Rainy season and cloudy moody days. I am really crazy about rain. Rain pouring with sweet memories and its always remind me my sweet days, Rain always with me in my good and bad times. I feel that rain always pouring with memories. . Rain is my love, my friend.

Rain… the very word makes me happy. Rain was a companion throughout my life. The smell I want to feel always. Smell of earth after rain, Still i can feel the smell..Rain was a companion throughout my life. Tickling drops of water seen on the grass tops in the mornings, the damp roads, drenched walks… the whole smell of rain fell memories. !

I like rain, walking in the rain alone & letting it drench my hair. It is so refreshing. Especially the smell of sand, rain is something speechless its gives me a pain that now, I began to cherish! Sweet Pain. it is a great feeling to recalling old memories when it’s raining, sometimes i would like to walk in rain with my close friends. Talk and laugh and eating. Sometimes walk alone in rain n feel the every drop of rain watch the flowers, trees, leaves n enjoy the beauty of rain. It makes me to remember someone who is never been near to me or never been a part from me; it is a love from sky to mother earth. It gives message to us about to have lots & lots of love, affection towards everybody. We have to just learn that from nature!!

The first memory of Rain starts with my schools. You too would have experienced it. Every academic year starts with rains. Rambling umbrellas, drenched school bag and uniforms, windows closed bus journeys, class rooms filled with dampness and darkness, those childish plays in the pool of water in roads, the smell of washed clothes all over the house, fear filled cold and damp nights… all mixed up memories makes me too nostalgic, I like all these feelings because I may live in a nostalgic world.

Rain was just rain till I was into college… But it had new dimensions with the hormones showing me new paths. Rain slowly turned Romantic… The long walks through the lonely paths with her, shoulders together, hearts joined. My dream..

Rain poured down as love yet again all over my heart! But I used to tell that all rain will stop at some points of time. “ella mazhayum orikkal nilkum!” it just stopped Those rainy days in my life got an end now… making my heart dry!

Now being in Middle East, the rains are distant memories. But when it rained for a moment think about all those sweet memories associated with rain.