Mystical Rain
Droplets of water falling from the sky, glistening in the glow of artificial lights, cause a hypnotic effect on me. There is no pattern, no story, nothing to see in each one of them; and yet, they draw me towards them as a moth towards the light. Sometimes I hear them, sometimes their voices are hushed by the din of the city. But whenever I step amidst them, they seem to be alive, breathing, dancing and caressing in every touch.
I have tried to capture them in pictures, and in words but their beauty and serenity is beyond the realms of my camera and my pen. Sometimes I wish I was a part of them, falling, floating and rising; going where the flow took me. No boundaries to hold me back, no destination too far.