I would go upto the roof in evenings, immediately arid barren air would gust through my face, so hot and dry that it would send a shiver. Crows, pigeons and parrots, parched flying from tree to tree in search of water.
In the bit of water we had in the roof, these birds would pring and splash, fearless and carefree of any human approach.
It was a torturous summer. World ablaze. Dehydrating the souls.
And then one day cool winds started to blow. Grey clouds stirring the horizon obscuring the blazing sun. A beautiful murky canvas.
And then the clouds clash against eachother. The sky gets divided in silver. Children hide behind covers. Lovers rejoice.
Rain. Unabashedly breaking down from the nebulous sky.
Dark green leaves quavering with the splashing of the blobbing rain drops. The wood wet and damp, giving them a primeval look. Small rivulets streaming through the soil. Everything so silent other than the thrust of the rain. You can almost expect an unicorn to sneak up 😉
I don’t like it when the clouds tease you with a dry drizzle. Makes the nature look sad. The days gloomy and me melancholy. Everything seems unnecessarily cold and damp.
But I love it when it rains at night. More like a tempestuous storm threatening to throw the world in a whirlwind, clouds thundering the sky, wild winds whaling, plants euphoniously swinging with the screeching symphony of the gales.
I almost feel like going out in the middle of a night among such ecstasy….around the block….to the park, and then come back home. Or my parents’ll call the police 😉 :p
But it’ll be a very mysterious and cryptic trip. 😉
But something I really love to do in rain is swimming. The cold water gets darker and colder. Droplets dancing on the surface. You can go down and down into the cold placid pool. A beautiful calmness and stillness engulfing you. The free flowing weightlessness……its such a pure feeling.
And then coming back on the surface. A deep crystal breath. Rain water glistening against your face. Chilly winds caressing you and dark phantom clouds above.
Another thing I always wanted to do is run ecstatically in an open field.Or even in a green maze. In heavy rain. Azure. Carefree. Catch me, if you can. Show me your wild sparkling eyes. Its celebration time!!
And when none of these are happening, I just stay indoors with a book, watching rain….all windows open. Strong winds wheezing in my room.
Every year a couple of windows break on sudden storms. But this year a door also broke. We got new glass doors for the rooms…..and the top portion came crashing down on the last storm. It was pretty sad coz we loved the doors.
We have fun in rain. We write poems about it. We sing songs about it. We dance. And we should. Because it is that splendid. But, how precious is water?
So many parts of the world is dying without water. People getting infection and bacteria due to unclean water. Scientists claim that by 2030 half of the world’ll come under high water stress. Because ground water is depleting. Glaciers melting. Rivers polluted.
Its not always possible for us to conserve rain water. But we can try not to waste any kind of fresh water supply in our homes.
People die for a drop of water. Its not good to waste it.
Have fun. Responsibly.
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