Winter Rain

in BDCommunity10 months ago


The relationship I have with rain is quite intimate. I have found it besides me in my most sorrowful moments. I have written about it quite a few times already, but still, I feel like I have so much to say. Right now, I can hear it drizzling on my windows like sand from an hourglass. That sound, I would recognize even if I was blind. It makes me drowsy, blankets me in comfort, and torments me at the same time that even after 25 monsoons of my life going by, it still feels relatively unknown, quite mysterious.

It rained today a bit in the afternoons. I have contracted a viral fever somehow and have been feeling under the weather since last night. Body aches are nothing uncommon to me. Whenever I ride my bike for a long time, I'm bound to get muscle cramps. My arms get sore. Calf muscles contract as if they were getting electrocuted. I am used to this, unlike the soreness I have from this stupid viral fever. Even my nails hurt! I never knew nails could hurt like this. Restless due to this, I kept fidgeting in my bed the whole day, till it started raining.

Winter rain is something quite special. The wind gusts originating from far north always send chills down my spine. The same had happened today. And on the first hint of rain, my senses started to tingle a bit. Finally, a change in this stagnant state of bleakness. I got up from my bed. Step by step, I went towards the stairs in hopes of getting to the roof. Feel the fowl and shameless wind on my face. And as I climbed the stairs, I could feel it already. The frigid weather heavens decided to bestow upon these lands right before dusk was setting in.

It wasn't raining that hard anymore in a few moments. Clouds started dissipating, and soon the golden rays of dying light came pouring in from the west. The winds stopped, and all that was left was this sweet smell of wet earth and the chill foreshadowing more downpour that was yet to come.

While standing on the roof, I lit a smoke. A cheap smelly brand with an ugly aftertaste. But it has a rough and high amount of nicotine. Nothing better to warm you up than a vigorous blend like Goldleaf. And, As an added bonus, someone was singing a pretty familiar tune from far away. Just plain vocals. With no instruments. A song about lost love. Enough to push you towards an existential crisis. And that is what is motivating me to keep on writing this piece of crap that I don't know is going to lead to where.

It is now 1 o'clock at night. Time flew by quite quickly. As I remember, I have been sitting here for a few hours now. Maybe even longer. All the while pondering upon the deepest thoughts my foolish brain can muster up and throw at me. And while fighting this polarity of my mind back and forth, I keep on pushing out word after word; I feel losing my grasp slowly over my sanity. My body temperature is rising, and the restlessness is coming back. On top of it all, as I had mentioned earlier, it has started raining, yet once again. But now, there is no golden light to fight the darkness to help me cope with it all. Not for a few hours, not yet. And I desire to hold on till then.


Damn father dammnnn.. the raw emotions you've portrayed.. Damn.

I am also a fan of winter rain, but never could've written it the way you managed to do. Damn I am so jealous and proud at the same time.. :3 Write moreee will ya.

I am sure you wouldve done a far better job:3 i can sense the subtle sense of sarcasm underneath it..--__--

There was once a time rain used to ignite these sentiments. It no longer does. :(

Maybe I'm getting old now.

Well well well good to see you're back too doc.😁

He he, it's been a while!

That winter rain now has evolved into a storm. Now i have quitted everything i was doing and just delved myself into leisure:333

Was too কাবিল and went for jummah without umbrella 😒

:vvvv rahmat ki barsat:p

I feel everyone loves it when it rains..The warmth we feel while wrapped in our blankets is always so comforting.

I hope the fever stops and you get well soon.

I share a similar sentiment. The view of rain i have right now from my windows now are truly beautiful. Thank you for being kind and always being there mate:)

Rain always means something to me. It turns my feeling on. I like to dive into thoughts while it rains outside. But yesterday's rain had made me numb. I just enjoyed it with a cup of coffee.
Well written brother. Hope you'll get well soon and start riding your bike again.

I hope so too brother. I hope so too.

sorry about the fever. wishing you a quick recovery.

about rain. I do like it when it rains (lightly). when I was younger I loved watching it rain from my balcony. it was funny watching the weather change and streets get flooded. I never really got the chance to play in the rain but I watched people get drenched and it was fun for me. I think I have also been inspired by the rain too. A couple of my poems in the past were inspired by rain.

Sorry it took me this long to reply. Fever went down but things took a bit of time to become normal..

I used to make origami boats and play in the tiny little currents water stuck in streets would produce. Brings back so many memories... Fake fishing, mud fight:3 life was so simple then.

 10 months ago (edited) 

The relationship I have with rain is quite intimate. I have found it besides me in my most sorrowful moments.

I can relate. Rain was always there, and I thought it only did for me. I am jealous? Kidding. I can't own the rain now, can I?

It has always tried to cheer me up or stay next to me, making me realize that I am not alone. The blessing it brings to my soul is incomparable. And, my relationship with the rain is much more intimate than yours! 🤣 😅 kidding!

I hope you are healing well now. Take care. Get well soon.

sorry it took me this long to see this. the notification bot i use wasnt working.

rain was always there. for everyone of us, in its own way. and if it is more intimate apu, you are blessed:P and id be jealous in that case:P


The vividness of your words is mesmerizing. It's a blessing, I believe. As always, I find solace in reading your pieces, helps me connect to the subjectivity without altering the context even a bit; like I am right in it.

thank you bro. your words truly means a lot! like a lot. im glad that you found solace in it. but i guess rain, how we connect to that fowl yet kind weather is more at play here:P