​In the grand scheme of Mother Nature, wondrous, magical things take place that often go unnoticed. I was lucky to chance upon one such marvel last evening. 

You see, the whole day was kind of washed out by heavy rain and was cloaked in a dull grey. It was similar to the state of my heart these last thirty days. 

And suddenly, as I looked out of the window, I saw that the last of the sun rays had filtered through. It was 8pm! The wet tarmac was gleaming. The trees awash and aglow as if they were preparing for this moment.

Two things happened that revealed the grandeur of the nature and its significance to the man staring in wonder out of the window. 

A rainbow started shooting up gradually in a magnificent arch right from the horizon. As I saw it inch up, the seven columns of color took flight and made the scattered clouds look tiny and had them paying their obeisance in as much awe as I was. 

Then as the arch climbed up, an aeroplane appeared out of nowhere and began its ascent along the line of the arc created by the rainbow! It was as if the rainbow had launched the flying bird into the sky. The vision, at once magical and seemed to be telling me something. 

“Oh Seeker, your muse is on her way. 

She brings with her–the warm summer, it’s million colors, 

Fragrant blooms, especially the one that cradles in her bosom–

Get ready to banish every speck of grey!