The wind swirls the clouds in the sky like master strokes of an artist.
The trees reach up the sky to catch the candy floss in the making.
Gray hair of a lady blowing in the air.
Chiffon of a bride trailing behind her.
Waves in the sky, ocean upside down.
The beauty of nature is surely unbound.
Sheet of water with depths unknown.
Thousands of secrets in its core.
High mountains surrounding, in eerie calm.
Holding the water,as if, in their palm.
Trees standing guard, erect in a line.
On the banks of the lake divine.
Sunrays peeping from behind the cloud.
Waiting for Sunshine to explode.
New hope, new day.
Fresh start, fresh ways.
Scorching Sun dries and makes brittle the leaves, Earth starts tearing up like honeycomb.
Birds fly high and low to find just a few drops of water to quench their thirst. Stray animals find shade under the trees and in abandoned half built houses.People try to stay indoors to be safe from the brutal heat.
…and then the clouds are summoned, vast expanse of sky turns grey, air turns cool, wind picks up speed.Dust swirls make small whirlwinds with dried leaves, the wind chimes start tinkling rhythmically, trees start swaying to the music of dust filled breeze,eyes are turned towards the sky, in anticipation of that first drop.
…and when the first drops fall and hit the dried earth, the smell of wet earth intoxicates the senses like thousand sirens. The drops turn to a gentle shower, a drizzle, sky makes noise to declare freedom from heat, lightening is like celebration of nature.Dust settles, plants get a well deserved wash, roads start shining. Dogs in the neighbourhood start barking, going round and round in circles with their tongues sticking out.
People come out of the homes for no reason at all, conversations start budding.Children start dancing, screaming, getting wet, soaked,
drenched.Grown ups also stretch their arms to feel the rain on their palms as if they have never touched water before.
The first shower of summer is like magic, magic which leaves us desiring for more, to experience more, to enjoy more, to feel more, to live more .
The January Rain
Clouds cover the sky, forcing the Sun to hide.Cool becomes cold, chill turns into freeze.The air is like bee stings. Relief, it does not bring. It is sombre, it’ s gloomy, it is dark. The drops are like needles piercing the skin.
Yet the January rain indicates the end of a harsh season, the rain bringing with it life. Rain, which impregnates the whole Earth to give birth to a new season.