The rain in summer

Dear Readers,

As I lay in bed, tossing and turning, and heard the rain and smelled the wet earth, calm returned. I could not but help think of this poem, by Henry Longfellow:

The sick man from his chamber looks
At the twisted brooks;
He can feel the cool
Breath of each little pool;
His fevered brain
Grows calm again,
And he breathes a blessing on the rain.

It is weird, sometimes a para or two of a poem that you learnt way back in school sticks to your mind and not the entire poem. While sick, the rain does have a calming effect on me. Else, it generally reminds me of the Monsoon chaos in Bombay.

It rained today in Bangalore. It seemed as if the raintrees outside my window sighed in relief. Well, so did I. My fevered brain also seems to be calm again.

While on this subject, do read up this article as well. The photograph is borrowed from this particular website.

Best regards,
Lubna