Why is it that every single time season’s first droplets always stir something inside us?
Why is it that rains always remind us of some unfulfilled wishes?
Why the thunder storms shake your inner self, terrifying you sometimes or filling you with hope at other times?
Why the lightning striking outside also strikes your soul making thoughts rush to your mind?
Why the earthly smell instead of just being an another fragrance, bring back a thousand memories, memories which were buried deep down somewhere in a meagre 3 pound brain?
Why in spite of being cold, rains always melt something inside us?
Why in spite of sitting on a soft chair in our air conditioned office, furiously running fingers on keyboard, continuously starting at the spreadsheets, rains pouring outside are able to soak our minds?