It rained last night. After a long time, I was out of my zombie mode(mobile, social media) and sitting silently on my balcony.
The noise of vehicles or YouTube was missing and, it was a perfect void that made me listen to the raindrops. Raindrops were like playing their unique tunes. Some were falling on the tiles, some on the plastic pipes, and some on the rooftops.
The rain bought down the heat. I remember being scared of a thunderstorm. I would get comfort because I would be with my parents around. While growing up in my hometown, the rain was all about running to aam bagicha(mango orchid) and plucking fallen mangoes. We would spend time listening to frogs orchestra.
Things have changed now; rain means the overflow of sewers and traffic jams followed by humidity the next day.