Rain Or Shine?

Long ago, I read a Gujarati novel whose name I don’t remember, but the ending stayed with me.

It was a story about rains, drought, and the fragile balance between faith and superstition. In the end, when the sky poured and the sun shone at the same time, someone asked the village chief, “Is it raining or is it sunny?” Blinded by the sunlight, he said, “Sunny.” And the rains stopped.

That moment stayed in my heart. I learned something from it that I have never forgotten. Whenever someone asks if it is sunny or raining, always say it is raining.

I never knew why it touched me so deeply. Maybe because I grew up in a land where rain means life. Or maybe because I simply love the rain. I have always felt calm and alive when the sky is heavy with clouds.

But maybe it means more.

Maybe it is a story about faith and ego. The chief, blinded by the sun, chose pride over trust. Sometimes we do that too. When we try to control everything, we stop the very blessings that could have healed us.

Or maybe it is about emotion and reason. The sun shines bright, but rain nourishes. We often chase clarity and success, but forget to make space for our feelings. To say “raining” is to accept our softness, our humanity.

It could also be about duality. Life is not only sunshine or only rain. Joy and pain often come together, and when they do, something beautiful, like a rainbow, appears.

Or maybe it is about how we see things. The chief could not see the rain because his eyes were full of light. We too sometimes get blinded by our own certainty, forgetting that truth is often felt, not seen.

Or maybe, it is simply about gratitude. To be thankful for the rain even when the sun shines. To remember that rain feeds the earth.

Whatever it means, it stayed with me. Today, when my father said, “It’s sunny and raining,” the words slipped out of me without thought. “Always say it’s raining,” I said.

And maybe that has become my quiet life philosophy.

When faced with both joy and sorrow, choose to honor the one that sustains life, not just the one that dazzles the eyes.

When you have to pick between being right and being kind, choose to rain.

When things are uncertain, respond as if nourishment is possible. That is faith.

Always choose the response that brings life, not the one that dries it out.

Because sometimes, when both light and darkness visit together, when life gives you both comfort and challenge, the only wise thing to do is to welcome the rain.

Always say it’s raining. It is a philosophy of faith — to choose nourishment over illusion, humility over control, and gratitude over pride.


Dreams of Sunshine and Rains

It was the 100th time she was trying Rohit’s phone & it was still unavailable. His assistant had no idea where he had gone to after work. She couldn’t believe Rohit would do this on their anniversary. Anniversary of the first time they had met. The date was etched on her heart forever. 10th June. They both loved rains & it always amazed them that destiny had chosen that particular evening for them to meet.

The city was caught by surprise with the sudden rains. It was pouring cats & dogs & there was no auto-rickshaw in sight. On top of that she wasn’t even carrying an umbrella. The love for rains had temporarily been replaced by the worry of how she would reach home. As she stood there thinking, a car halted in front of her. A guy popped his head out of the window & asked if she needed a lift. She was horrified at the thought. Lift from a stranger? She straight away said no. He nodded his head and drove away.

She started walking towards her home hoping she might get some transport on the way.

It had started raining as soon as he left office. Thank God he never forgot to carry an umbrella as soon as June approached. A habit, which had helped him, to meet Madhavi 10 years back. He still remembered the day vividly. As if it happened yesterday. He was standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus, when it started pouring heavily. He saw people scampering around in search for transport or shelter. The sudden rains had caught everyone unawares. After a while, as the crowd dispersed, he saw a girl still standing in the middle of the road. She was completely drenched & looked lost. Her innocent face pulled a tug in his heart & he felt like helping her out. It seemed he was not the only one though. A car approached her & the driver started talking to her. She knew the driver perhaps. He knew he should avert his eyes, but he wanted to keep looking at her. He breathed a sigh of relief when the car drove off without taking her. But then she started walking away. His heart said no no no no.. you can’t go so soon! I don’t even know how to find you again! And he rushed towards her.

Excuse me, she heard someone speaking to her. She looked up and saw a handsome looking guy with the nicest eyes she had ever seen. He was asking if she needed the umbrella. Somehow she felt like trusting him. She refused saying she was already drenched. The guy looked disappointed. And she didn’t like it! This was so unlike her! He then asked her which way she was going & if she liked he could walk with her as it wasn’t safe to go alone. She nodded her head and started walking again. It was a long walk & talking was the only option to make the journey less tiresome. They didn’t know then but they had fallen in love with each other by the end of the journey.

That was then & this is now. She sighed. Rohit had changed after all. Since some days he had started working late, grabbing his phone if she went anywhere near it & today was the limit. There was no sign of him anywhere! She started thinking all sorts of things that could have happened & started feeling uneasy.

As if on cue, the door bell started ringing. She hoped it was Rohit & was ready to blast him with curses. As soon as she opened the door, she saw an open umbrella, with the collage of all pictures they had taken over the year on 10th June. She couldn’t help smiling. She took the umbrella from his hand & kept it aside & embraced Rohit with the tightest hug possible.

The sun awoke her from sleep & she looked outside the window. It had rained last night. The entire night actually. And right now the sun was shining brightest. Just like their love.

The Sunshine Girl

The sun was shining on her face. Smiling at the sun through her window she opened her eyes slowly. There was music in her voice as she hummed, a spring in her step as she waltzed through the routine tasks for the day.

After finishing her chores she washed her mom & dressed her up. She transferred her carefully from the bed to the wheel chair & out she went for a stroll in the garden. Her cheerful morning greetings echoed & the grump on people’s faces turned into smiles.

The old florist observed her as she drove her mom away. She was not traditionally beautiful nor had the accomplishments like other girls but she did have something which not many people did. She was a giver & a cheerful giver at that. He prayed to the Lord to send more cheerful girls than pianists & harpists in the world.

Shall we say Amen?

 

PS: I had written this specially for @islejazz Thank you for inspiring me always.