Sailing Paper Boats.

Weightless leaves started swaying and rustling and the little hanging lights started swinging,the breeze was making a move.The azure skies with white clouds now could see a hint of black clouds,grey skies and white lightning making its way through the clouds and reaching the mountains peaks.It was about to rain !

The atmosphere felt gloomy,dullness took charge over the place.The dusk felt like night,with no sunset and horizon.Gently drop by drop,drizzling softly to make the soil wet and the leaves a place for water pearls.Drizzling turned to showers,the street lights flickered and felt dimmer in the wall of water.The hollow grounds turned to puddles and the drains were swept with rainwater tides.

Rains settled,the street lights seems clearer and leaves calmer than before.Frog croaks,bird chirps were audible and the window truss were less boisterous.
Little umbrellas and cute raincoats caught my eye running,mixed with commotion and excitement towards the puddles.Soon,umbrellas were no longer held and raincoats worn,just innocent faces splurging water,jumping in puddles and concerned moms holler.Paper boats made of colourful art sheets were sailed in the flowing drains in competition with other paper boats.

The weather was chilling, hot tea was boiling,mellow songs were playing and I was folding paper boats.I wore a jacket,grabbed paper boats and stepped out of the building to play with kids.I surrendered my hair to the wind,my boats to the drains,stress to the raindrops,feet to the puddles and myself to the childhood.

Rain is all you need to rejoice and relive when life doesn’t seem fair to you !