Rain Rain Come Again; It's Rainy Rainy

Rain Rain Come Again; It's Rainy Rainy

Rain is a major component of the water cycle and is responsible for depositing most of the fresh water on the Earth. A country's rainy season (also known as a wet season) is the time of year where the majority of a country's or region's annual precipitation occurs. Many tropical and subtropical climates experience monsoon rainfall patterns. Rainfall in the wet season is mainly due to daytime heating, which leads to diurnal thunderstorm activity within a pre-existing moist airmass , so the rain mainly falls in late afternoon and early evening in savanna and monsoon regions.

The wet season is the time of year when most of a region's average annual rainfall occurs. Generally, the season lasts at least one month. The term green season is also sometimes used as a euphemism by tourist authorities. Areas with wet seasons are dispersed across portions of the tropics and subtropics. The rainy season is a different feeling in European and American countries. Rain is the source of fresh water for many parts of the world, where rivers, lakes, or aquifers are not easily accessible.

Everyone likes the rainy season as it gives too much relief from the hot heat of the sun. It removes all the heat from the environment and gives a cool feeling to everyone. It helps plants, trees, grasses, crops, and vegetables to grow properly. Rainy days evoke different emotions in people in various ways through out the different areas of the world. For some, it may be a source of frustration, particularly if they have to be out and about in the rain. However, rainy days can also be source of comfort and relaxation. There's something cozy about being inside, listening to the rain, and enjoying a warm cup of tea.

Rain is a symbol of abundance and fertility, reminding us of the interconnectedness of all living beings. A sensual being will love the sound of rain and the smell of sodden earth. It's also very beautiful to see the rain splattering on rooftops. A keen nature lover may wait hours to see raindrops trickling down the fresh green leaves. Raindrops on window panes shine like tiny golden beads when light falls on them. In conclusion, the beauty of rain lies in our ability to captivate our senses and evoke a range of emotions.

Rain lovers appreciate rainy days because of the peace and serenity it brings to them. The sound of rain, the smell in the air, and the sight of the wet ground all make them feel connected to nature. Rain also helps provide a calming effect on these people, making them more relaxed and contented with their lives. Rains gentle touch, soothing sounds, and transformative power make it a source of awe and inspiration.

The poets have taken the rain as a topic with awe and inspiration. The poets have expressed rains as a sign of nature's beauty, explaining the rain as beautiful because it comes in the hot summer and settles the dust in the air and cools the heat. In poetry, use of words like deluge, downpour, torrent, cloudburst, hammering, lashing, pelting, battering, or thrumming has been common to describe heavy, intense rain. Similarly, terms like drizzle, mist, sprinkle, shower for lighter rain are also used. Moreover, terms like rain-soaked, drenched, saturated, sodden and waterlogged has also been used.

In the following, some expressions from literature has been shared:-

“I am grateful for the magic, mystery and majesty of nature – my loyal friend and companion – always there, welcoming and waiting for me to come; to be healed.” ~ Tom North

“The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom—the laughter of daisies—the piping of grasses—many sweet sounds, all tangled up together. The beauty of moonlight on familiar fields irradiated the world.”

~ L.M. Montgomery

"Nature holds the beautiful, for the artist who has the insight to extract it. Thus, beauty lies even in humble, perhaps ugly things, and the ideal, which bypasses or improves on nature, may not be truly beautiful in the end." ~ Albrecht Durer

The rains are beauty of the nature for souls who have the courage to go near the nature and adore it as a life style. A true nature lover holds in his strides and moves slowly through the elements of nature and rains are one big sign of mother nature's benevolence. David W. Orr says that “The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it.”

Now, some poetry on the topic of rain is being shared in the following:-

Rain in Summer

by William Stanley Braithwaite

The afternoon grew darkening from the west;

A hush fell on the air, and in the trees;

The huddled birds pronounced their prophecies;

The flowers bent their heads as if to rest

Now that the tide of the sun's golden seas

In one long wave swept off the earth's wide breast.

Up sprung deft shadowy patterns by degrees,

And nature's face her soul made manifest.

Lo, in the instant, slant, like a hanging string

Of silver glass beads, pendant from the clouds

The rain descends! Leaves sing, and wavering

The tall lithe grasses dance in separate crowds.

I stand and let my soul commune, it knows

The mystery that calls it from its close.

Silver Rain

By Langston Hughes

In time of silver rain

The earth puts forth new life again,

Green grasses grow

And flowers lift their heads,

And over all the plain

The wonder spreads

Of Life,

Of Life,

Of life!

In time of silver rain

The butterflies lift silken wings

To catch a rainbow cry,

And trees put forth new leaves to sing

In joy beneath the sky

As down the roadway

Passing boys and girls

Go singing, too,

In time of silver rain When spring

And life

Are new.

Woodland Rain

by Bliss Carman

Shining, shining children

Of the summer rain,

Racing down the valley,

Sweeping o'er the plain!

Rushing through the forest,

Pelting on the leaves,

Drenching down the meadow

With its standing sheaves;

Robed in royal silver,

Girt with jewels gay,

With a gust of gladness

You pass upon your way.

Fresh, ah, fresh behind you,

Sunlit and impearled,

As it was in Eden,

Lies the lovely world!



A Night-Rain In Summer

by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Open the window, and let the air

Freshly blow upon face and hair,

And fill the room, as it fills the night,

With the breath of the rain's sweet might.

Hark! the burthen, swift and prone!

And how the odorous limes are blown!

Stormy Love's abroad, and keeps

Hopeful coil for gentle sleeps.

Not a blink shall burn to-night

In my chamber, of sordid light;

Nought will I have, not a window-pane,

'Twixt me and the air and the great good rain,

Which ever shall sing me sharp lullabies;

And God's own darkness shall close mine eyes;

And I will sleep, with all things blest,

In the pure earth-shadow of natural rest.