wordplay and rain

as i sat at my desk by the window watching, the rain poured, slow and gentle at first, violent and brutal a few minutes later. trickles of water streaming down my windowpane. i stared at the forlorn water-drenched garden outside and as always, a sudden influx of insights, like the sudden waves on a beach, entered my already-filled thoughts. always, i've let ideas and plans of grandeur, pass by as fleeting thoughts. always, i've disregarded these as nothing more than hopeful thinking. always, i thought but never acted. but on this rainy morning, a desire, almost an itch that i cannot shake off - like the ones you'd get from huge jungle mosquitoes - to jot down everything i was thinking of at that moment began from somewhere deep within. i don't know why but days like these have always affected me in a way that i could never explain enough.

rain, i've always liked rain. the crisp smell of water in the air, a fresh relief from the stale suffocating hot sunny days.

rain, it has always managed to put a smile on my face. no matter what i will always find solace in dark cloudy days. like a small bubble, like a sanctuary of sorts, rainy days are my days.

rain, like the delivery boy next door, brings bundles of goods, only that the goods come in the form of inspirations and the desire to do more with life.

rain, a synonym for emotional respite. the rain, the dark clouds, the occasional howling winds, and the inseparable couple of lighning and thunder all create a perfect atmosphere where i would feel cozy and comfortable just lying next to the fireplace reading a book while drinking a cuppa coffee.

rain, the Sirens from within. it would call to you, lure you deeper into your dreams if you are asleep. never would you ever want to climb out of the bed when it rains.

hence, rain and falling droplets are always welcomed and welcome to Falling Droplets.