The rainy day

Generally people consider school days as cheerful days. As days, when innocence and pranks made them feel really happy. But unfortunately, it wasn't so for me. Most of the memories i had were not good. The thought of being insignificant once makes me not to pass through those memory lanes again.
But however bad they were, there were certain things that i couldn't easily forget about. It was a rainy season. I usually liked rainy season. Each rain drop falling on me, made not just my skin to tingle, but my heart also to be tingled. I should say more appropriately - "I love rain".
But that day of the November month, i didn't feel really well. Not just mentally, physically as well. The before day evening i had a blocked nose and a slightly itchy throat. On the following day morning it didn't get any better. The previously slightly itchy throat, now made it painful for me to speak a single word or have a single glass of water. The blocked nose became a running nose, which increased the pain on the nose, each time i had to wipe it off. Topping up all these, my top part of head was feeling heavier and ached each time i had to bend or rise. Realizing that i also had a decent degree of high fever, my mom called upon a sick day- also a leave day to school.
I lay on the bed taking rest, lingering on the essence of the hot black coffee on my throat which my mom made for me. I look through the window and watch the tiny drizzles of water that escapes from its normal current of wind to my desk that is present beneath the window. I suddenly feel aggravated for not being able to play with the rain and caress the nature because of my cold. After a while, i realize that the cold originally made me its host because of the fun time i had on my terrace, day before yesterday playing in rain for an hour or so, giving an excuse to my mom that i shall be taking a bath right away after that. But in between the gap of playing in rain and taking bath, while passing through the stack of newspapers, i was tempted to read the only fun part of the daily newspaper- Calvin & Hobbes. I yielded to the temptation and proceeded on to the sports section as well. Finally i realize the impact of playing in rain or caressing the nature. After all, as the saying goes, too much of love for anything has its own side effects and i am having one of those.
Now, i started feeling that the rain was also feeling its love for me and mourning for my illness, by shedding its tears as rain drops. But little did i know, about the mourning that had to follow the later part of that day...