Monsoon

I was half drenched when I got home tonight. It was pouring rain at the city and people couldn't escape the inevitable fate of catching a few drops. I use to think that the sky was crying when it rained and sometimes I still think that now. I think, a lot of the times, I just want to drop the science from everything and let things become less complex. to allow for their existence as occurrences of inexplainable phenomenons of this world. Do we always have to break every molecule of this world down to find reasons to its structure and purpose? The human mind has given us power to rise to the top of the food-chain, but has it not also been the cause of all our confusions about life. I've always seen rain as something full of sorrow and melancholy. The sky is in grief and the air always smells of that scent. When I open my palm to catch the droplets, it feels like I'm receiving a gift entirely free of charge and I don't need to feel guilty in any way about it because it is rightfully mine. Rain radiates with colour. It appears whitish-grey, but really, it's only because it's falling so fast that your naked eyes fail to capture the lights it reflected throughout it's journey.