I Love a Rainy Night

Ibrahim Waheed “Kalaavehi”

A rumble in the west. A cold breeze blows past my face. A thin streak of lightning drawn like a pencil line of fire in the distant sky. Shop lights shine in my eyes and then go out one after the other as salesgirls settle the cash registers and lock up. Some notice the possibility of a tropical downpour and hurriedly call their boyfriends to come and scooter-whizz them home. I envy them for my work is only starting.

Like hidden balls of dark cotton wool drawn over the face of a faded moon, dark clouds come crawling over the night sky. Expectations of a quick coffee at the friends’ favorite gossip point are dashed as all young working people are now forced to seek better shelter. After all, when the rain starts, you have no idea when it will stop! Some take to quietly cursing the inconvenience.

But I love a rainy night, even though my work is only beginning.

People have nothing but excuses called reasons to avoid going out on a rainy night. I have none. I have to be out there, earning a living. As for those who have those excuses, their entire argument is based on likes and dislikes.

Likes and dislikes, you ask?

I am sure you don’t like getting your clean new clothes wet on a rainy night. I am sure no one likes getting splashed on the road, especially when it is cold and dark. When powerful tourist-resort-owners rush by in their last-year-model BMW’s, they don’t really care if they splash you or not. Do they?

I am sure you don’t like the cold-dripping, deeply-depressing, inner-soul-ripping gloom of a rainy night. Especially after a thundershower. I am sure you don’t like stepping into those unseen, water-filled gaps left in the sidewalk by the cable TV people. And usually there is no one to pick you up if you step into one. You are lucky if you do, aren’t you?

So no one goes out walking on a rainy night. But I love a rainy night.

In the cooling drizzle of a rainy night, I can hide the warm tears that sometimes flow down my cheeks when I feel the reality of my life. When it rains, I can have a peaceful, free moment all to myself. Free to rest, and think of my sad, sad soul. In a night shower, I can savor the light cold sprinkling of pure water from God’s own skies caressing my face. It feels a thousand times better than the rough hands of a half-drunk.

And if it rains all night and I get to see the morning sun finally coming up to comfort a weeping sky. I give thanks then for having been saved from one night of indignity. At the end of a rainy night, it is heaven to taste the last of the rain on my smiling lips. And a genuine smile is a rare luxury for me. I call it heaven because God’s rare mercy as such comes to a cheap soul like mine but rarely.

I love a rainy night because it sometimes stops my owner from selling me by the hour for the street price of two ‘pieces’. One for him and one for me.

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Comments

  • shifa  On August 2, 2010 at 12:09 am

    you are amazing . lovly descriptions …. so natural

    • ldive  On September 6, 2010 at 3:10 am

      .. and sad! This one is also based on a real event!

  • mariyam yasmine  On August 29, 2010 at 10:47 am

    amazing…..apki ye stories likhne ka shayarana andhaz mujhey bohot pasand aya…u r a multi talented human being.da drawings u showed me last night also can win several awards if u exhibit it…

    • ldive  On September 6, 2010 at 3:03 am

      Yeh sirf apki mehrbani hai! Mai aisa barha admi nahin hoon!

  • Hawwa Aroosha  On May 8, 2012 at 1:57 pm

    Wow….dis story is realy amazing…
    i no v nice song for dis story…
    Sabki baraathey aai dholi tu bhi laanaa,dulhan banaakey humko raajaji leyjanaa..v heart touching song..<3

  • Eenas  On May 25, 2014 at 9:27 am

    An amazing story.. Beautifully described

  • pandarum sanmugam muttulingam  On May 30, 2014 at 4:54 pm

    Waheed, to think that there are millions across the world – who share the plight of the narrator in the story who is also the sole character in the story, would rend the hearts of people who empathize with others … A short – well written story …

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