“Whenever It Rains You Will Think of Her” | Prompt #4

When it rains! How gorgeous everything seems. Okay, let’s forget about the feeling when it rains; rather just think about the time where the air is windy, the breeze of soil and dark clouds on the top. It makes me feel as if all the storms in my mind is calming down. Gradually, going down and aligning it with the nature.

Rains have always been my favorite seasons. Of course, this is not applicable for me to go out in the veranda, or on top of the terrace to welcome the rains with my wide open arms, as I am mild-asthmatic person who gets difficulties in breathing after certain points.

Although, it doesn’t lessen my love for the rains. I still remember being in Mumbai, one of the best moments are those when I get to know it’s raining, I’ll go upstairs in my room, and just sit next to the window. Window. My source of drizzle comes from the opening of little place from which I close my eyes, listen to the drops of rain on the steel, and the way it energizes my entire soul, and rejuvenate me from within.

It actually gives me goosebumps while remembering about it because there’s been not a single day I miss my intimacy with it. Intimacy, that’s right, it’s the kind of orgasmic pleasure that it gives me, to my soul. As if it purifies the darkness with each thunderstorm.

Tonight, for the prompt #4, I’m considering myself as a little worm who’s been struggling really hard all his life and now he feels blessed to have overcome whatever life’s thrown at him. So whenever it rains I think of her, the feeling of calmness when I close my eyes. Peace.


The moment it starts to drizzle
My heart beats start running faster
I feel I’m not a human anymore
I’m a squirming worm
Writhing on the slippery sidewalk of my window at home,
On a cold thundering, rainy night.

I listen to the heart of dark clouds,
And close my eyes while weaving around
I didn’t always like it how I love it now
As I always got scared with its sound.

My fur is pelted by relentless rain
Pummeling with each of its drop,
I thought of going back at times,
My wiggling legs never stopped.

You may ask, “What do you love the most?”
To take this curse of being a worm,
To answer this, I remember all
The difficulties in life where
I’ve overcome all the storms.

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Sumit Yadav(25), popularly known as SumitOfficial, is a blogger from Mumbai who has been writing since 5 years, and has posted 600+ Blog Posts till now. He is an MBA and works in an Educational Industry in Mumbai as a Senior Career Consultant. His spare-time activities include creative things like -- Acting, Photographing, mimicking, singing. He has worked with Radios, appeared on National TV, interviewed authors, appeared on newspapers for multiple activities, and has written reviews for magazines. Also, he's been consistently writing offline in his journals for more than 875+ days now. He believes in Continuous Progression, and Exponential Growth. 

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66 thoughts on ““Whenever It Rains You Will Think of Her” | Prompt #4”

  1. Rains, they are such a bliss.
    Sumit, I read it once but I guess I’ll have to sit with a dictionary tomorrow morning and go through it all over again.
    Some words are alien to me.

    But if we talk about poem, it’s just so comforting to even think about, to sit next to window, to hear the pitter patter of rain, it’s so so soothing to our hearts and minds.
    You’ve truly justified the prompt.
    It was pleasure reading you!

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  2. I enjoy the rain in the same way. Near the window listening to the pittar pattar. At times I just lose myself somewhere in this rhythm. I hate rain when I am ouside 😂

    Comming to the poem again an awesome writing from your end. This poem gives peace somehow.

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  3. Samepinchhh! I could relate with this feeling completely. Rains bring out our inner child, huh. 😻 We are very similar in our reactions to rain maybe. Even I love keeping my head on the window and listening to the sounds of rain. Used to do this in buses. 😂

    Amd oh my Goddd, the poem is so so beautiful. In love with your words. And I’m so sorry for being late. Reason bataungi baad mein. 🙄

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    1. You made me remember the days of school. That was also a fun thing to go to the school in a bus. There were special moments that we remember with bus. In regards with sitting, our friends from different classes, the teacher who would be there so forth and so on.

      Kaafi jyada late.

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      1. I see. It’s been many years that I’ve been coming, as long as I can remember I had first come here in 2011, almost 10 years back.

        Now it’s been almost near to 4 years I’m here because of my job. I still am here.

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      2. There’s a reason why I’ve described my love for rains in a different way.

        If you see, I’ve not mentioned whereby I love to go outside my apartment with open wide arms to love it, rather I’d keep a mug full of tea, with a book, next to the window with the sound of drizzled rain. That’s how I picture Mumbai’s rain.

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      3. Thats the only way to enjoy the rains in Mumbai. Travelling in local trains and non availability of autos during rains is a big headache. The day you are out without umbrella, it rains heavily. Not to forget umbrellas are of no use anyway

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      4. I’d be honest, I’ve been writing everyday since 1186 days now, but honestly, coming here on WordPress and post something takes a lot of time.

        But this month is very special, I make sure to post something or the other at least, once a day.

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      5. Wow! That’s really long. It’s time consuming. When I started last year, never thought I’ll stick around this much.

        Thats a good thing. I’ll good to read your write up everyday

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    1. Hey Kirti! Thanks a lot for stopping by! I wasn’t aware how a lot of people like me love to enjoy the rains in this manner. It makes me joyful to know this.

      I’m glad you really loved it and could relate with it.

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  4. Excellent post n yes your words exactly matching with your tag line of your blog. I am one of the greatest lover of rainy days. It really feels like our mind n heart listens to the music of rhythmic rain rinsing off all the puluted thoughts. It’s just a wow feel to imagine. 🙂👍

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    1. You’re very keen to observe my tagline and my words. They’re my wife, because at the end of the day, I go home, and find them with me.

      This is so nice to know you feel the same about rain. It just makes our hearts bloom with the sound of rain. Thank you for your lovely comment, Suma.

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      1. Yah I was keen because it was very fascinating it shows how much you love to write n saying you live with them. Really awesome. By the way pleasure is all mine reading the wonderful post.

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    1. You got it right. Relaxation, absolutely true. I still listen to rain drop music while reading a book, strange feelings attached to rain is altogether different. Romance, well, rain always makes that happen with its climax.

      I completely feel your emotions through this comment.

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      1. Even i do that. I meditate to rain sounds as well. That takes me down to my memory lanes, sometimes, to all the memories i have with rain, consciously or unconsciously.

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      2. Of course i do. That even takes me to transcendence.
        You know at times i feel myself as a mere particle with some amount of energy. I feel like we all are just energies.

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      3. You feel like? We surely we Shree. We all are the bundle of energies packed in a body called appearance. People are lost in the outer world, but their real connection is with energies only.

        While a farmer is farming, it’s the energy that helps us not the outcome. When two people are having sex, it’s the transfer of energies into two bodies, when the ocean starts to dry, dark clouds pour it with rain in the form of energy.

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      4. Gladly, we’re not a part of it. And we’re good staying away from such. We’re on the journey of exploring our own selves.

        Here the destination is death, but we gotta still find the journey that keeps is going.

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      5. Still, i try staying on both sides of the worlds. It’s also essential to actually tacke the world as it already is. Still, the most important thing is to not get lost into the illusion.

        Yeah the journey to death, has to be worth travelling.

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      6. I believe in one philosophy which my God Krishna taught me. I run on his footsteps only. He was the most influential people of his times even after being the God, He would still play with kids, He would kill his Maternal Uncle, He would love Gopis and Radha like a true lover, He would also initiate a war of Mahabharata.

        Yet, He would never be a part of external world. To take nothing personally. He taught me this.

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