I was working in my room when I noticed the wind blowing strangely from the window. I ran to the balcony to see that the warm-white sky was being engulfed by the dark thunderous clouds. I swiftly climbed the staircase and went to the rooftop to watch the scene unfold.

Allow me to paint you a picture. The canvas is the sky. There are benign white clouds hovering mid-air, at the mercy of the wind. Out of nowhere, the dark grey clouds hijack the scenery and have now taken over the entire horizon as if it swallowed the sky. Like the freshly pressed dark-skinned grape juice timidly mixing with a jar of milk and ends up making the milk lose its identity, the dark clouds did the same with the visible sky. There was a solitary patch of sky which had yet to be taken over by the dark hues. And now, there was no patch in the sky that was distinguishable. The entire sky was a misty grey.

The clouds were rumbling, I was not able to pinpoint the direction. But the wind was getting excited. She was ushering the dried leaves and paper wrappers to swirl around her, and the clouds were willing to give a performance of their own. The water broke, and stray drops of rain started falling aimlessly. One of the drops was guided by the wind and landed on my phone camera. Soon, the wind whispered that the stray rain drops were merely testing the ground and asked me to look up. I saw streaks of raindrops rushing towards the bare Earth, as it started to rain cats and dogs. With each torrent of rainfall, the wind was howling from ear to ear. With each swirl of the wind, the clouds were clapping and roaring. An occasional lightning struck a man-made structure, and it went back as quickly as it descended upon the Earth. The wind carried with her sheets of rain and threw it on me; you can’t just be a spectator.

Before seeking refuge in my room, I stood in the open and tried to look straight at the overhead sky. The raindrops kissed me gently and intently. I mouthed my gratitude and went inside to write what I just wrote.