Getting Drenched In The Rain

(I had written this article when I was in 10th standard and it was featured in my school magazine.)

Just then, it had began to drizzle. I could sense the lovely smell of the earth. The maths class was going on. My teacher was teaching us Theorems on Triangles. I sat uninterestedly in the class. I heard nothing but the melodious music of the rain. I was completely lost in its beauty. Drops that were falling mildly captured all my attention. I badly wanted to get drenched in the rain but getting permission from the maths teacher to get drenched in rain was impossible. So, sitting inside the classroom itself, I began to imagine as if I were getting drenched.

Here goes my imagination:

Everyone inside the classroom is concentrating so well that they are not noticing the natural showers. So I, slowly and silently get up from my place, remove my specks and slip away from the class, leaving the door closed behind me. All of a sudden, I feel cold. The rain drops fall on me leaving no traces but making me wet. I feel as thought I'm paralyzed, but still, I try hard and move further. There's a mild breeze and I experience chillness. I hug myself as I feel very cold. I spread my hands widely and feel the delicate drops of water. I go around in circles. There's a smile on my face, satisfaction in my mind and contentment in my heart. Everything else in the whole wide world is forgotten.

"Sandhya?" My maths teacher's voice interrupts my imagination.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"How far have you understood the Theorem?"

"Completely!" I answered abruptly.

I drift back into my imaginary world.

There are puddles everywhere. I jump in it ignoring how dirty my uniform and shoes become. The rhythm of the falling rain drops is so melodious that it soothes my soul. I try to hum to catch up with the tune of the falling droplets.

But all of a sudden, unexpectedly, I hear a loud shrill noise- and I'm interrupted again. The shrill was nothing other than my school bell. The maths class was over and the teacher had left the classroom.

I look at the blackboard and the theorem is Greek and Latin to me.

"Would you mind explaining the theorem to me?", I ask my friend who sits beside me.

"Sure I'll explain! But, didn't you understand it?"

"No! Not even a single part of it!"

"Why? What were you doing when ma'am was explaining?"

"Getting drenched in the rain!", I reply and of-course, my friend is confused.