Riding through the Rain
As you unlock your cycle and feel the wind gush
through your hair and look up to see the beautiful sky filled with heavy clouds
bearing low by their weight and moving quickly across the city with the
powerful wind pushing them on, “It surely is a beautiful evening to ride on”
you think to yourself and head out onto the roads pedaling with the gentle
breeze and enjoying each moment.
With each
pedal you make, you feel your weight bearing down on your legs, you feel the
strain to ride up the gentle slope across which you wish to race down but you
cannot help but look up at the open sky and gape with awe at the beauty that
nature beholds within herself. You see the breeze shake the trees, rustle the
leaves and ride through the city streets as you hope for what the best and only
remaining addition to this evening might be a downpour of rain.
As you hear
the clouds thunder above your heads and the sky light up in lightning you wait
for the first drop of elixir to rain down upon you, you reduce your speed just
as to look up for maybe the hundredth time already, waiting for the clouds to
give in. Slowly as you move through the streets, you realize that beauty is
just a matter of perspective, the once traffic filled streets now deserted and
empty, the silhouette of the trees clearly visible and you breathe in deeply
the most aromatic fragrance of the soil, you feel the first heavy drop of water
land with a thud against your body, you feel your muscles contract to the chill
and you feel adrenaline surge down your heart as you slowly speed up knowing it
is dangerous to ride fast in the rain but you let your heart take control of
your senses over your mind and you feel like a child again.
Slowly once
more as the rain pours down heavier than ever, you see the silhouettes of the
trees vanish and the beautiful yellow orange evening sky turn grey, you feel
your clothes getting drenched to each stitch and body bearing down now even
heavier than before, you pedal down harder taking deep breaths and living each
moment that passes by…
Being as
relentless as the rain you keep on pedaling and as you change the gear you feel
the difference as on how your cycle rides through the rain. With the streets
flowing with water and the tarmac completely wet your brain gently squeezes the
brakes so as to not hurt your body and let your childish heart enjoy as long as
the rain lasts but slowly your mind takes you home where you know you will
receive a warm drink after this chilled purifying shower.
Knowing or
maybe unknowingly, you head home yourself and just as you reach the last
stretch, you look up at the clouds smiling down on you, you recognize the dark
and barely visible silhouettes and skylines of the coconut palm and your neighbors
houses, you feel each drop of water hit your face and each drop drip off you
t-shirt and you head back home through the gates and you lock your cycle, as you
get up you cannot help but grin at yourself and definitely the round of firing
you will receive inside at home, but it will all be worth it, irrespective of
whatever the punishment might be, for you have thoroughly enjoyed the evening.
You
ring the bell and enter home with a small grin and then it actually begins…
Mehul
M Doshi
