Dear Rain🌧

Dear Rain,

The city is expecting you, the soil is eagerly waiting to be drenched.

I talk to plants daily when I water them in the evening. I can tell from their faces that they are fed up with this everyday bathing with buckets and pipes. They have started complaining about the sunrays, the heat, the lack of wind and untouched pollen. 

The city is concentrated without you, and believe me it isn't that good. Everyone is secretly begging for your arrival, except for the yeomen, who are looking forward to their undisturbed yield and the stupid people who hate rain, who hate you! Huhh!

My neighbour's children have already started singing songs, and making paper boats, so that when the city baths, they will just enjoy it by sending their boats off to sail!

I too have started collecting colourful papers so that I could do the same. 

I just wish I could collect fallen frangipanis, bakulas and mogras and turn them into rings and bracelets, but the trees have gone, someone killed them. 

I sometimes feel that the time is just contributing to desensitisation. I feel sad when all you can do is just watch and the worst is you can't revert it. I am waiting for your arrival, so that you can at least decrease the pace of this process. 

I just love the way you embrace everyone you meet and how the city expands and makes space for love, the moment you come. I don't want to end this note. In fact I don't know how to end this. There is so much more to tell and share. 

I have started making the list of things I want to do the moment you come. I too am planning to make paper boats, but this time I will make it colourful. I have also decided to add new members in my green family and I am so excited to do that. I also secretly wish to plant frangipanis and mogras all around our house but I know I can't do that because I am afraid I will lose them again.

Sometimes all you can do is tell people to plant trees and feed dogs and birds and be human but you can't teach them how to anticipate, you can't teach them faith. 

Nowadays nature's grief is incomprehensible, I know you too feel bad when you aren't able to meet your old friends. But love never dies, it is just transferred. I will make sure to shop for greens so that you can meet some new friends on my balcony. I am also planning to update my playlist and this time we will listen to it together without earphones, when you are tired of falling.

So don't make my plants complain more and become pale!

Looking forward to your arrival.

Yours truly 

Shruti🌧

To be continued..