Oh Rain!

Another two weeks in the Bay area. And this time I chose to stay put mostly indoors, except for my walks to work. This time I have a studio apartment and the view through my window is absolutely gorgeous. The hazy gleam of the distant twilights from the skyline makes through - somehow - through the continuous drizzle.

Oh Rain!

I was born on a rainy day. That's what my parents tell me. So that's the obvious explanation they give when all my special occassions get washed away. That's why every birthday, less than half of my friends would show up. That's why it rained on my first date and had to cancel that lovely motorcycle ride - never to happen again. That's why it rained the day I got married and the day I broke up. The list goes on an on...

But this time, rain - I can just marvel at you. I dont hate you anymore, nor do I have any grudge against you. I am learning to be with you. Is it with you? Or, is it with my own self ?