With Julia telling her cooking students to not to ever 'explain' why the cooked dish looks like that, I leave this here and head on to what I wanted to say.
It's raining cats and dogs here. I learnt to use this phrase when it was mentioned under one of the textbooks of English in my class and it was really raining outside the window. I took a glance at it and wondered where were the cats and dogs? Were they hurt because they fell from such a height where even the raindrops would have been hailstones? Or were they invisible like all the other things up inside that blue and heavenly sky? Then it struck the teacher that she had missed out on explaining why it was raining 'cats and dogs' and not heavily outside. Sometimes without even waiting for an explanation, we try to comprehend things in our own manner and in a way which our mind desires. But that's what leads to a dead end and that's where a 'teacher' helps us.
Hopping on back to 'It's raining cats and dogs here', I'am beginning to hate rain again and again and slowly and slowly. It's like the famous line in 'The Fault In Our Stars', where Augustus says, 'I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once.' I too fell in 'hate' as Hazel sleeps - slowly and then all at once. On top of that is my cold, which has just started today and as per my calculations, will go on until my admissions to the college are completed.
Why do I hate rain? Well, I don't know. When I was a child and when I used to question every thing that was going on for a long time, I even questioned why do people hate rain? Not that I loved summer at that time because choosing favorites was only a matter of 'chocolate ice-cream' or 'vanilla ice-cream'. But because now I can't even examine this question myself. (Even now the chai is waiting to be brewed!)
The first line isn't applicable on me though. Not because I don't use an umbrella to tame the rain but I use it and I cuss about all the way while it was pouring heavily on me. And even when the sun is set to crisp fry everyone here at coastal summer, I never ever get to hate it. And the proof to it would be my reference to a previous post of mine where I used sunglasses at night and not at bright day-light. Now that my tea has come - hot as sun, I feel that now I should end this right here and now because my thoughts have started to wonder on their own.
Rain is moody, cloudy and the best word associated with it is would be - Gloomy. And I would love more brightness than to sit lonely at my home on a laptop, finding something to write on my blog and wondering when will the sun rise again in front of my eyes. And as someone would think that may be I'm waiting for some human being to make me fall in love with rain, it isn't like that thinker. Because even if anyone tried to teach me that, I would just partially learn to not hate rain, loving rain is too far away. And that someone would have to bear some obscenities thrown at him while I take him in an argument over 'rain'.
Now that my tea has been gulped in by me and with the continuous pictures and statuses of reporting that 'It's raining!', I take your leave and apologies for making you read this boring and 'rainy' part of blog. Uh-huh! No...As Julia said, never to explain what you do, just appreciate for what it is.