Rain is not just a season, it’s a feeling for me.
A nostalgic feeling.
Growing up in Kerala, where rain was the prominent season, will do that to you.
Living here in Arizona, where rain is mostly a myth and ever more a longing, will do that to you.
This summer, we experienced a devastatingly scarce amount of rain on our side of the state.
I miss the rain deeply.
I also miss the feeling after the rain—the trees, plants, flowers, leaves, streets, buildings, sky—all drenched, with droplets dripping everywhere.
It’s a pleasant feeling.
A refreshing feeling.
Oh, how I long to see raindrops flirt with the promise of drenching you.
Rain is a beautiful feeling, infusing poetry into our veins even in its absence, isn’t it?
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Void Thoughts 
The rain is magic, even if we complain about days of unending grey skies and clothes not drying for days. I can’t imaging living in a place where there is no rain.
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Nice 🙂 I’m moved down here when I was a kid and moved back about 23 years ago
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Wonderful! I’m glad to connect with you here. 🙂
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I live in Scottsdale:) I’m Sarah:)
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Hi Sarah! Nice to meet you here. I really enjoy reading your blog posts. You write a lot. 🙂
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By the way, I’m Vinitha. I’ve been living in Arizona for the past 16 years.
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I’m in Arizona girl too and I know exactly how you feel
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Wow! Small world! Where in Arizona are you? I am in Mesa. May I know your name?
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