This evening, it was raining here in Chennai, which reminded me of the monsoon season back in my hometown, Vadakara. Here’s a piece of something that I wrote last year, of one such rainy morning, which I felt too silly to share back then. But now, I miss that rain and how it made me feel. And most importantly, I am at a loss for words to express how nostalgic I feel right now, so I had to rely on something that I wrote back when I had the time and heart to play with words. “It has been raining since I woke up today. It was the kind of rain that did not disturb anything in its way. The clouds were thick, leaving only a shimmer of a gap to let the sunlight feel the wetness in the ground. Raindrops fell on the leaves, making them wobble their heads as if dancing to the rhythm of the rain. Small diamond-shaped water droplets clung to the edge of the leaves, only to fall for the next droplet to take their place on the edge. The air on my way to the t...