Rain is the symbol of purification, grace of the Divine , the dispenser of joy and harbinger of plenty. After a long wait in the desperation of draught and heat, and the dust of the fields and streets, the first showers bring great relief. Rain is the life line of a civilisation. It drops from nowhere as it seems. Its source appears to be so mysterious. All scientific explanations of its nature and its formation leaves the imagination cold. The imagination feeds on mystery and mythic ideas . Nature is our first teacher, and it is nature which has taught us to see through the eyes of the heart rather than that of the brain. So it is but natural to feel the exhilaration runnig through the blood and coursing through the mind, heart and soul when the rains visit our little world as messengers from the vastness of a yet untramelled universe.
Rain has therefore been closest to the heart and soul; a reminder of the copious grace of heaven; the purest substance to be found on earth, cool , soft and straight , touching every thing–big or small, from the meanest to the most glorious. Mountains, rivers and plains; forests, oceans and marshes, all are its beneficiaries. When it falls, it raises the soul up to the heavens, in fact it lifts everything up and nurtures its growth.
When we are in tandem with the foces of nature, the rain appears to us as the elixir of life. When we see little children dancing with abandonment in the rain, we can feel their thrill. We understand their laughter and also what secrets the downpour of rain shares with them in their souls. A corresponding thrill runs through the leaves of trees, through the birds watching from the shelters of eaves and also the minds of humans .
The rain does something to the soul. It releases the soul from the confines of myness and stills the mind into a state of surrender to something immensely large and beatific. Everyone loves the rain, when it is gentle, plentiful and serene. When it assumes devastating propertions, flooding and damaging whatever comes within its ambit, it nevertheless does its work of reminding us that to live we must die, to be in pain and incurring losses is a way of life , a retribution and a redressal.