After the scorching, humid spell the overcast afternoon sky was a welcome sight. We rushed to the rooftop, faces upturned we looked expectantly towards dark somber clouds. They gazed us back with a passive expression as if testing and teasing. Just when my imploring and pleading look was about to turn into an accusing one a single rain drop kissed my forehead gently and then sloped down………..Ah for that gentle caressing touch……a blessing from the heaven above. That first rain drop acted bi-dimensionally….it sloped down filling all the pores on the way with life like a finger playing softly on the keyboard invoking the music, and at the same time the cool soothing effect percolated slowly deep down straight from the point the drop had touched me and the fusion of the feelings and sensations, coursing from two different directions was like a celestial experience…………as if a flower slowly unfurled it’s petals midst morning mist…….the soul opening up and embracing the priceless boons bestowed upon me………

We don’t really need to retreat to untouched, pristine locations to commune with nature. We can have that divine fulfilling experience even midst our concrete jungles albeit we develop and nurture a combination of acceptance and embrace. Acceptance of the place widens our perspectives, it allows us to see what is before us…..the green of tender neem leaves peeping through a narrow gap between two high buildings, the stately amaltas with a single bunch of golden yellow droplets swaying gently despite being entangled midst the mesh of wires, the birds atop poles and buildings, the strings of raindrops lined on wires, laughter of little kids jumping on the roadside puddle……………..or the first rain of the season.