The Arabian sea tossed and turned, growling under the watchful sky. Waves formed and then crashed against the rocks with the fervor of a death wish. Froth sprayed.
We all need to throw a tantrum sometimes.
The sky observed it all, absorbed it all. And then, when its last shred of patience was gone, it opened.
Rain streamed out, like children being let out on the last day of school. Eagerly, the wet sheet fell, creating a din that drowned out all other noise. The roar filled my ears. Fat drops blurred everything around, and, as they hit the ground. flung out debris in every direction.
The rain shower lasted barely a few minutes. Quickly, the din dimmed to a patter and then it was gone. The curtain lifted and showed a new world. Everything was cleansed. Palm fronds sparkled without their cover of dust. Roads gleamed with the wet sheen. Even the few passers-by who had taken shelter during the storm stepped out with a calmer demeanor.
As for the sea, it looked soothed. Waves bounced quietly, playfully. It flowed as if at peace.
Rain is like Mother Nature sending a therapist to us. A downpour can feel like the release of heavy feelings held back for too long, now allowed to be let go. It’s like a good, loud crying session, where everything spills out with abandon. And then, eventually, the sobs simmer down to heaves, and these in turn become sniffles until tearful eyes dry out and can be lifted up again. When the clouds clear and the face lifts upward, it looks out upon the world in profound silence. The heart, having been emptied, has no complaint. It is ready to embrace the world again.
Archana and more 
That’s a nice metaphor. The rain and the mind. All of us can do with some cleansing.
Indeed. When I actually listen to the rain and experience it, I come out refreshed in the end. The trick is to slow down and do it…