Cox’s Bazar—the city that boasts the world’s longest sea beach—has been wrapped in a mystic veil of nonstop rain for the past week. The sky’s tears and the roar of the ocean have merged to create a dreamy ambiance, as if nature itself is dancing to an unseen rhythm.
The rain hasn’t stopped. The sky remains cloud-covered, and the horizon is framed in soft, grey strokes—transforming Cox’s Bazar into a poetic island. While some tourists sheltered in hotels and resorts find the weather inconvenient, the true lovers of rain have discovered moments of joy amidst the drizzle.
At Inani Beach, a different kind of scene unfolds. Amid the silent showers, a group of young women step onto the shoreline, radiant with laughter. Drenched in the downpour, they dance with abandon—each soaked strand of hair, each glance of their eyes saying:
“This joy belongs to the skies, this love to nature.”
Their feet brush against the waves, rain cascades from above like a curtain of silver. Mud and wet clothes fail to restrain their freedom. These are not moments captured by camera, but ones etched deep within the heart.
These rainy days in Cox’s Bazar may have disrupted some travel plans, but for those who surrendered to nature’s call, they will return home with an unwritten poem etched in their hearts.
Rain, sea, and love—this enchanting trio has turned Cox’s Bazar into a living verse of poetry this season.
By Abdur Rashid Manik
Photo: Hussain Shetu
