Saturday, June 10, 2017

Rainy Day Musings and a Poem

Which is your favourite season of the year? Mine has to be the rainy season or the monsoons as we call it. I'm at my family home in Kerala on a short vacation and it's been raining here every day since I came. So today I want to just have some rainy day chit-chat with you, my lovely reader.

Have you ever listened to the sound of rain on a tiled roof? I like it very much and it's something I miss now that I no longer live under a tiled roof. But I've come to love the scent of concrete jungles cooling in the first rains too. 😊

Flowers in the rain make a pretty sight, don't you think?

Have you noticed how the rain always brings back some old memories? Today, as I watch the rain from inside my cosy parlour, sipping a cup of piping hot tea, I'm reminded of a rainy day poem I wrote a few years ago.


There's a scented silence here,
that's broken only by the ticking of the kitchen clock,
and the sound of rain.

As I sit by the window,
watching drops of rain chase each other
down the windowpane,

a cup of warm tea sits on the table,
This poem was first published in the New Plains Review: Spring 2015. You can get a copy of the issue here.

It's still raining outside as I wrap up this blog post and I have picked up 4 in the Afternoon: Four Romantic Comedy Short Stories by Geralyn Corcillo to read after I've finished my tea. The title and the rain-themed book cover made me pick it up and as you know already, I enjoy both reading and writing short stories. I find this weather to be great to curl up in bed with a book, and even better if I can finish a story in one sitting. If you have read this book already, you can read my book I Still Remember which is free on Kindle Unlimited right now. 😊

[Images: personal photography © Priya Prithviraj. Poem: All rights owned, reproduced with permission.]

What did you think about my poem? What are your favourite things to do on a rainy day? Let me know in the comments.