The essence of raindrops

Words fail me when it comes to explain the essence of raindrops. It can only be felt, and that too by someone who has at some point of time, walked in the rain, with few dreams, little fears and a lot of determination. The raindrops remind me of the peace and calmness, we feel while sitting in our balcony, sipping tea, looking at the sky and wondering at what height those clouds were and for how long will it rain? Will the rain spoil my evening outing with friends? Or will my mother make some tasty pakodas, to add to the weather.
This essence of raindrops can never be found anywhere else or at any other time except when it pours down. I really don't know where this essence comes from, but yes this can be found in one's childhood for sure. Drenching in rain was never advised my doctors, but then this drench can cure the illness and the matters of the heart and mind as well.
Once again it is monsoons, but this time there is no essence of raindrops. There is a heavy heart with a choked mind, which pulls me back and reminds me of my duties that I can't get rid off. I am not sure if my childhood friend in Leeds feels the same, does he remember anything from our childhood, the times we spent on our old scooters, does he still remember how he got a scar on his leg after our bike slipped on a rainy day, does he also misses the "Essence" of raindrops just like me?
And all those who can smell and feel the essence of raindrops would agree to my these closing lines...Aye barish zara tham ke baras, Jab mera yaar aa jaye to jam ke baras, Pehle na baras ki woh aa na sake, Phir itna baras ki woh ja na sake.