It was still drizzling when I woke up from bed at ten in the morning. Yes, that's usually the time when I wake up on holidays. The sight of the rain outside the window instantly made me happy.
Maa bollo naki bhor bela thekei brishti hochhe.
I have always loved the rain since I was a kid. I loved it back then because 'Rainy day' declare holey school chhuti diye dito. I love it now because the smell of the soil after it rains sends me head over heels. Also, it gives me an excuse to drink coffee, which is otherwise forbidden because of my insomniac tendency.
I think the birds also love the soft showers as much as I do. The sparrows and the mynahs hopped around, two doyels played hide and seek among the leaves, and a parakeet joyfully chirped its way from the guava tree to the mango tree. A grumpy drenched crow, what we literally call "bheja kaak" in Bengali, took refuge under the sun shed. I guess he doesn't like the rain as much as the others do :3
My window overlooked the lush green lawn. The money plants that swirled around the balcony looked livelier than ever. The baby squirrel followed its momma through the branches of the mango tree, both of them drenched in the rain. I bet they often fought with the birds regarding property rights in the trees. Kintu aaj kono jhogra hochhilo na, aaj ora sobai khub khushi.
Aaj amio khub khushi. I sat at the window, with a huge mug of coffee in my hand, watching the rain and waiting for it to get over, so that I could watch the rainbow.
