People have the preferences,
of seeking the conveniences,
in their commutes for livelihood,
embracing path of sophistication...
For, lifestyle do live an imprint,
changing our ways of thinking,
creating boundaries, perching,
for the sake of pride and dignity.

Yet, here I am, riding my bike,
being drenched in the downpour,
facing the wind, over my face,
inhaling the scent, of wet soil.
And I wondered, as I watched,
the passerby, inside the car,
would they experience the forces,
and the beauty, of this weather?

Something, that can only be felt,
when it contacts, our raw skin,
as the drops streaking through,
moisturizing the body, head to toe.
To immerse self, in panoramic view,
the concrete roads, to swaying branches,
even the canine & cattle, taking shelters,
felt endearing, like an interesting show.

Monsoons, can be a hassle,
fear of catching cold, is universal,
protecting self, for our obligations,
influences our actions & decisions.
Yet, we might be missing out,
to appreciate, while exposing self,
rather than avoiding the outside,
and welcoming, the falling droplets...
Driving in the rain.