Rain, Rain, Go Away

‘Rain, rain go away, come again some other day’, I distinctly remember these lines from a silly song we would sing as children when at school. Confined inside the classroom, we would solemnly stare at the non-stop patter and listen to the drops crashing upon the tinned roof. Will the rain ever stop, someone would sigh while another, brave and mischievous with a glitter in his eyes would suggest, we can always play in the rain, unmindful of the wrath that would certainly greet us were we to reach home in drenched clothes.

Magical used to be the rain when we were children. To gaze at the everchanging clouds and hills changing hues as the sun played hide and seek with the valley was all we ever wished for. Wading through little puddles in yellow Duckback raincoats and gumboots was a charm, while spinning umbrellas to watch the raindrops scatter all around us, may be shut it or move it away for a minute, allowing the silvery drops to pierce our heads, was a game we adored. How we wished for the rain to never stop! How we screamed in terror and togetherness at the rumble of thunder and stared dreamily at the purple streak of lightning cutting across a grey sky! And how we joyously smiled at the rainbow, only if the recalcitrant monsoon sun chose to peek from behind a heavy curtain of clouds. Since we never had to bother about drying wet shoes or clothes or bother about any other chore that morphed into a damp squib, the rains never bothered us-there were elders to take care of the messy details!

And now as a grown-up I find myself at the other side of the spectrum. Nay, I do like the rains, and I do gaze, transfixed, at the approaching rain as it falls in slow sheets over the city. I do enjoy the liberty of a warm cup of tea on a rainy day and talk my heart out with my partner as we take a million pictures of the rain. However, simultaneously, my mind is at a constant churn thinking about the clothes that aren’t drying, musty and damp after weeks of rain, about the mealybugs that have decided to vociferously attack the plants, about the surcharges that Uber and taxi aggregators happily levy on rainy evenings, about my shoes and floaters unhappily getting embellished in brown mud every time I step out. Interestingly every single time I choose to wear a white pair of sneakers is also the time when the rain Gods choose to pelt me with their armour of heavy fat drops.

Nay, I do not abhor the rain, nor do I not sense the tingling sensation that reverberates though my veins when the rain clouds finally greet the city after months of harsh summer. After the yellow, dusty, sweaty Indian summer the manna from heaven is a delight. A heady breeze pinpricked with moisture, leaves rustling in merriment and rumbling clouds before the city is drenched in a welcome downpour is a true blessing.

But here you must listen to my plight-seven months of rain the previous year in my city had me palpitating and annoyed! After the first month of continuous downpour I was grinning in wonder that would put Joker’s wide grin to shame. Two months of greyness was patiently dealt with. Certainly, traffic snarls before the pandemic during rush hours were met with vehement anger but the new normal allows me to stay put at home. Three months of rain found the grin fading. I have had my fair share of rain I claimed and beseeched to the condescending clouds for a little blue sky. They heedlessly plucked me out as though I were an unworthy pebble stuck in the sole of their shoes. Ah, that crushed my soul! Four months of rain, all was grey, forlorn and wet. Books started smelling musty, leather shoes and bags felt mouldy to the touch. Five months of rain-that was a stretch. Truthfully, the most elastic of elastic bands would have snapped. I am but human. Six months of rain. This is December you dumb grey clouds, shoo away and let winter shine through, I silently whimpered. Haven’t you had enough after usurping the autumn? They turned a deaf ear to all my pleads and prayers and rumbled in disgust, shushing me off!

And finally, after more than six months, a faint winter sun shone upon the earth whence the last lazy cloud quietly faded from view! Hallelujah I wanted to scream watching the red-orange sunbeams tenderly painting a dawn sky each morning hence. After eons of rains and drizzle out came the pullovers for their annual sunning, dug was the earth and strewn were the seeds for a colourful spring. Happy was I, yet sceptical that the clouds would magically appear and dampen, literally and figuratively, my spirits. With a tune in my gait, I flitted about like a little butterfly, feeling sorry for Londoners and smiling at the azure sky. Stay away for the next six months, I mocked the rain, grinning slyly.  

And crashing down came my short-lived happiness! Careful what you wish for couldn’t have been better elucidated. A cruel twist of fate plucked my partner and I from the pseudo-summer winter feeling of my city and dislodged us in the middle of a foggy sunless winter, rainy afternoons and evenings in the capital. Cold and damp have been the days, save a few faint sunny days, while the rain refuses to stop, smartly imagining he is my soulmate, following me through seasons and months, stuck like one nasty earworm!

Indignant and defeated, with a rain cloud above my head, I quietly go back to singing, ‘Rain, rain, go away’.

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  1. Love to be reading you, dear Pari!
    And I hope you know how much your presence and your words brighten the world.
    Whether you sense it or not, you radiate with warmth and a delightful glimmer!
    Keep shining, my friend!

    1. Thank you so much Joan! This comment is making me smile and smile and it is your words that are radiating a warmth, fuzzy and delightful.
      Thank you again 🙂

  2. The recounting of your childhood rain memories had me smile and nod in agreement 🙂 I remember the school days of endless rains. It was so easy to get lost in a different world looking out the window. The pitter-patter seemed to drown out the other noises of humanity, dogs and traffic, and I enjoyed the perceived silence that felt poetic. Yes tea got added to the rain experience in
    adulthood 🙂 7 months of rain!! That is a stretch indeed. I would definitely sing the silly song then.

    1. Yes, as children and at a few instances during adulthood, the rain conjures so many varied emotions inside our heads. The constant melody of raindrops lulls us into a world of thoughts and just be, just live that moment and embrace the wonder of nature with gratitude. I still do love the rain but yes I cannot help but think about those damn damp clothes 🙂
      Thank you so much Pragalbha for resonating with the nostalgia of a happy childhood 🙂

    2. It sounds so poetic to me when I read your words. It’s funny but natural how the weather affects our mood. There is quite a difference between an adult and a child’s view of weather events such as snow where I live.

      1. Thank you so very much Dennis! I agree with you there, we share an inexplicable relationship with the weather. In fact a friend of mine who hails from Morocco was surprised when I was claiming that I was tired of the incessant rains and rather cut me short by telling me off as lucky! Perceptions can change so very much, from a child to adult and from someone living in the desert to one living in the rainforest. In my case, my two stints to the states in the months of January had me gushing happily about the snow, while I was met with surprised glances by my colleagues who had to shovel every morning! 😀

  3. You are a marvel when it comes to relaying your sentiments or abstract emotions through words, I am so very glad you have come back. I am from a fairly desert-like place where rains had us dancing like an exuberant peacock, but growing up my emotions shifted and the rains started to feel gloomy and dispairing. I think one of the reasons is sunshine, I relate all the positivity and good vibes to sunshine, and when it hides behind the cloud the world becomes an unbearable place. The only way I like my rains now are when they pack some sunshine with them and give us a rainbow to feel in colors.❤️

    1. Mystic Moth, thank you!! Well haven’t we heard ourselves saying it so many times that words are all we have.
      Isn’t it funny to think how many emotions the rain can incite within us, from being dancing queens to crying in the dark! You are right, sunshine is that magic element that just adds a sparkle of fairy dust to everything and brings about positivity! Some rain and the right amount of sunshine are all we need and then perhaps we can spread our wings and dance merry like vain peacocks upon the ancient forts that dot your marvellous region 🙂

  4. You don’t need the sun to shine bright on you. Your warmth and spirit can put the sun to shame.

    Honnêtement, je n’ai pas les mots à exprimer mon avis. Comme d’habitude, ton blog est merveilleux.

  5. Parikhit, it is such a pleasure reading your musings. You have such a wonderful way of engaging your readers. “Rain, rain go away …” you took me back to childhood with this. We have such deep relationship with rain. Being an agrarian society dependent on rains, we know its importance. There is also the romantic angle, for most of our movies celebrate rains. Yet, in regions of incessant rains, they do become tiresome.
    Still I love rains!
    Now I know why this winter has been so wet….the rains followed you! Pray, please don’t disappear in the summers! We would love some showers during the intense heat. 😀

    1. Oh absolutely Punam! Rains are so very quintessential in our country, be it agriculture, be it our many rivers and indeed our romantic association with rains. Poets and authors, from time immemorial to our cinema fanaticizes the rain. I do like the rain when I don’t have to bother about all the chores that it brings along for too long. 😀
      And true, the rains follow me. I grew up in Meghalaya famed for the heaviest rainfall in the world and it rains there for about 8 months! And the city where I dwell has been drenched in rain from the last couple of years and the clouds have followed me to the capital! 😀

    1. Much like the lines from Arthur Golden’s book Memoirs of a Geisha, “You cannot say to the sun, ‘More sun,’ or to the rain, ‘Less rain.'” yet we keep begging and pleading with the weather Gods!

  6. Firstly, I want to say this- Your vivid description of the rain, loaded with gorgeous language and imagery was an absolute joy to read!
    And seven months of rainfall? I can only imagine how dreary it would have been. As the saying goes, too much of a good thing becomes quite bad!

    1. Thank you so much Shruthi for the wonderful words 🙂 Well I grew up in the region that receives the heaviest rainfall in the world and I was never bothered then, dreaming as it rained, looking at the overpowering green and ever-changing clouds. And now that I need to go about my chores, the incessant rain can be a kill-joy. True, excess of everything erases the wonder.
      Thank you again for the visit 🙂

      1. I grew up in Shillong, an hour away from Mawsynram and we received our fair share of rain. I moved to the southern part of the country while the rain followed 🙂
        You must visit Mawsynram some day. It is beautiful.

    1. And I’m equally pleased to meet to Eugenia 🙂 I am slowly discovering your posts, they are wonderful.
      Thank you so much for stopping by.

  7. All the things that rain now brings along is called ADULTING 😀
    For me, the worst of it all is the cab surcharge and even worse that you’d be struggling to get one.
    The only time I am happy when it rains is at night or when I am on a holiday – ideally on a beach.
    The yellow duckback raincoats and gumboots grips me in nostalgia and along with that reminding me of the sound of rain on tin roofs….
    You’ve left Bangalore, right? It’s been sunny continuously and quite unusually so for the past few weeks

    1. Nah, I left Bangalore for Delhi for a short while just when it was happily sunny! And here in the capital, the rain clouds refuse to budge.
      I agree, getting a cab when it pours is as good as never. Rains during a happy holiday or when we aren’t adulting is the best!!
      Rains back at home used to be so precious. 🙂 The sound of rain on the tin roofs would be a perfect lullaby.

  8. I live in an area that sort of has about three months of the four seasons. Sometimes though in the middle of a season, like now it seems the bone chilling temps of zero and below will never end. One has to take some solace with the grass that still is green and the pines that stay green too. I hope you get some sun soon. We had a breif bit of sunshine this morning making rainbows appear from the crystals I hang in the window.

    All the best Jules

    1. Rainbows refracted from the crystals! That sounds magical and a sight to behold. True, there is an inherent goodness in everything, be the rain or the sun, or land covered in snow. We just need to believe and picture the ‘grass that is still green’. (You put it so beautifully Jules).
      Thank you for stopping by 🙂

      1. There are different climates – humans adapt. We have relatives in warmer areas that complain that it is too cold when the temp reaches 50 F (10 C) or even 60 F (15.5 C).

        I’ve found odd chandelier crystals over the years and I’ve placed most of them in my front bay window so I get several rainbows depending on the angles. 🌈

      2. Ah yes. I know of people who wear jackets and scarves when it is 20 C! I was born and raised in the hills and 20 C has me sweating 😀

        I love the chandelier idea. 🙂

    1. I am, hence, always checking the weather. But the weather reports are so unpredictable. A 3% chance of rainfall leads to a downpour while a 80% is a little drizzle!!

  9. I can relate to this post totally, we’ve had about 6 months of rain with only a few bursts of sunshine … today the sun is out so I must off and make the most of it! At least you are together, and that’s what really matters 🙂

  10. Enjoyed reading your musings on the rains. As a kid, I hated rains specially when living in Mumbai. Had to wade through knee deep waters often. Now ofcourse, in any city in India, one heavy shower is enough to let the traffic go haywire. I like rains only when I am indoors with a hot cup of tea and a nice book for company. 😊

    1. Oh I can understand the flooding during the rains that I used to read about and see images of as a kid. Growing up in the hills we were lucky.
      Now I can relate to the snarls that happens in our city after a little drizzle. Working from home has solved that problem, thankfully.
      And yes, tea, books and the company of a loved one indoors is just what we need on a rainy evening 🙂

  11. Another gem, sparkling with your eruditely woven words, Parikhit. 🙂

    I can so relate to your rain stories while growing up, yet I hated it when it pelted down my soda bottle size glasses and blurred my vision when I would be cycling to school.

    I have written many odes to the rain. I still continue to be a fan; a bigger one now compared to when I was a kid. I think part of me did not enjoy them too much back then, only to an extent. Now rain happens to be my favourite muse.
    Yet, it’s been a tough one wooing back my first love, sun the last few months here in NCR. So I hear you, I feel you.
    The last few sunny days have really been special and they warm the cockles of my soul and being. 🙂

    Here’s rooting for a sunny spring speckled with toasty sunshine and radiant hues.

    Love and laughter.

    Sharing these two posts I wrote on Rain. The second one is a fun story. You may enjoy it, I believe.



    1. Thank you so much for sharing your posts and I will definitely read them; of this I am pretty sure that I am going to love them for you write like a charm. 🙂
      Ah the rains, I grew up in Meghalaya, a state that prides with the highest rainfall in the world and I was used to months of rains, loving it, loving the Nature in abundance and never wary of the problems that followed. Now owing ‘adulthood’ the chores become so much more magnified when it rains and in Bangalore when I live now a little drizzle is havoc with the traffic and flooded roads. Well we are to blame for the concrete everywhere and urbanisation, mindless!
      But if I am at home, cozy and warm, with a cup of tea and the company of a loved one, the rains pouring outside are a charm and the source of an unparalleled imagination.

      1. Awww, thanks for your charming words, Pari.

        Yes, when it rains cats and dogs indoors have their own sweet charm, curled up in bed with a book and a cuppa and my furry babies to boot. 🙂 Icing on the cake is of course the company of mi familia.

        Meghalaya must have been lovely. Have lived in Assam and i love the North-East belt.
        Such charming vistas and landscape and soft spoken people to boot. 🙂

        Have a splendid rest of the week.

      2. Yes the NE region has its own rustic charm 🙂
        And true about cats and rain, they just go super lazy 😀
        Have a great week ahead. 🙂

  12. This is a beautifully written story Parikhit. Your descriptive words are beautiful and certainly make for a lovely painting. I especially loved these lines:

    “After the yellow, dusty, sweaty Indian summer the manna from heaven is a delight. A heady breeze pinpricked with moisture, leaves rustling in merriment and rumbling clouds before the city is drenched in a welcome downpour is a true blessing.”

    Sending big hugs and blessing to you and all those who are in your heart. Joni

  13. I often work by the seaside, where the storms often roll in. There’s something calming about sea-showers. The pattering on the roofs, and how the grey sky looks like an infinite horizon with no end to be seen. Lovely.
    Driving rain, however, has cost me man-hours before. But still.

    1. How I love your imagery of the rain by the seaside. There is something magical for sure about the rain, gets monotonous if it stays for long but still. 🙂

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