The prattle of the rain

The prattle of the rain.. Haven't heard that in a while! Sure brings back nostalgic memories. Never leaving me, always reminding me of what I was, have been. I still remember my mom admonishing me for getting wet, my dad not so much except when its the first rainfall in a long time(It is more prone to cause the flu). I remember having so much fun, that me and my brother did not care one tiny bit. I remember the times I was TOTALLY drenched to the bone, and feeling good and super about it. I remember the time when I was back in India, waiting for that big monsoon to show up for the last 4 or 5 years like back when I was a kid and being disappointed every time.... It is tough when something which has been so close to my heart and so much a part of growing up has suddenly gone missing. There are not many things I will not trade for the monsoons to come back to India. I love the Indian monsoon, when you get drenched and its not cold outside so you can feel good about it. Well, I don't have much choice in the US. But, getting to see it pour down cats and dogs and smell the flavor of earth rising up and hear the prattle of rain beats not having rain at all....