Some random thoughts on a rainy night.

Its 11.30 pm, and raining heavily outside. The rains this season have possessed a personality, I had never seen : pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter ... a teasing drizzle or an angry cats and dogs show. I sit in my room with the windows and doors open, the cool breeze that is rain's companion meets me here, for our privacy I have drawn the blinds and switched off the lights. Its just me and the rain here. (Yeah I know I'm not getting drench ... but then try observing how the rain talks to you when you dont get wet.) Rain reminds me of the happy moments of my life, she talks to you in her melodious voice ... pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter.