An unexpected drizzle , on a cold winter morning has its own beauty .
Despite being a night owl , surprisingly I woke up very early , 🙂 really very early considering my own benchmark.
It’s difficult to resist but let me not indulge in the discussion of the quantity of precipitation which classifies it into dew , drizzle or rain or cloud burst and the visibility conditions so, on,,, at least for a while 😛 .
Wrapped in heavy woollen clothes , like my mom describes wearing these winter clothes is similar to a bull loaded by all types of clothes on Pongal or Makar Sankranti .On an early winter morning accompanied by a drizzle walking on the streets of one of dirtiest cities of South Asia , as classified by WHO(World Health Organization) , is really a wonderful experience .
Though apart from the usual belongings an umbrella is a must to protect the woollens from getting wet . As I step outside before the breaking of dawn , sunlight streaks still visible in the sky , as if they are playing hide and seek with the clouds and a cold breeze splashing on the cheeks is mystically enchanting.
Of course some white , black and red bulls ( sedans, taxi’s and honda city’s ) poke a finger by constantly blowing their horns and splashing the muddy , murkier waters on my jeans every now and then.
Still the drizzle calms down the nerves , soothes the open wounds and brings a great sigh of relief , as the mercury stabilizes itself . It gives a huge advantage to introverts like me , who aspire to remain invisible . Above all the always-busy streets are devoid of bustling crowds .
Some poets romanticize this weather but many daily wage earners ( these wage earners are not of MGNREGA 🙂 but of MNC’s like sales executives , techies etc . ) run around the cities and streets to catch up with time , targets and GOD knows what other things.
I saw two guys , going through mid-life crisis 🙂 ( now don’t ask me how do I know they are going through crisis , it’s pretty obvious by the way they talk ) , running here and there to cover up themselves from the ever-growing drizzle . They were shouting aloud on their so – called Rs30000- 50000 mobile phones , one of them was literally shouting to his subordinate , dictating instructions . The other one talking silently and softly , I may be guessing but it is damn sure that the one on the other side of the phone is of opposite gender and definitely not his wife . 🙂
I wonder whether these nature blind can really see the downpour , see in terms of not looking but feeling the winter breeze just sweeping across and swaying the rain drops sometimes to the left and then to the right like a child on a swing .
This unexpected drizzle is a boon for wheat-growing farmers as Ms. Sunita Narain of CSE says , ( 😉 and we have to believe her to write proper answers in Geo – paper 🙂 ) , but it has its side effects too , trains run late , clothes don’t dry , especially socks , for pedestrians and lesser humans like me , we don’t know where to step on the road or where not to , as we don’t have wings and can’t fly as soon as we see drains and all the dirty water flowing like jet streams , ohh no not like the gulf stream , but yes in a less similar fashion .
Still , an unexpected drizzle is a great sigh of relief from the unending fog and bone chilling winter .
For those who have magnifying lens in their eyes 🙂 i.e those who are interested in micro details ,
here is the detailed distinction between drizzle and rain 🙂