The weather was today ‘poetry in motion’. The pregnant sky with dusky clouds made everything around look darkly silhouetted .The light dimmed and cool breeze replaced the humid weather which was prevailing for a long time now. The sky somehow looked overwhelmed despite the wafting of mischievous dark clouds who were unwilling to give away their intentions of showering. The clouds ,for the larger part of the afternoon played ‘catch me if you can’ and evoked a paranoia although it must have been hard for them to shun the collective prayers of all the parched souls .When it became difficult for them to keep a straight face ,seeing the people looking at sky in askance ,the clouds finally decided to pour.
The birds scurried around , some poised ones like pigeons took refuge in the shades of building tops while some boisterous ones excitedly flew around. There were several pairs of Drongos which sat on the electric cables communicating and committing their love to each other that monsoon felt like a perfect season to fall in love . With all due respect to Meteorological guys and their calculations ,I strongly feel that birds are the true harbingers of rains.
The clouds first warmed up ,took a slow motioned route to downpour and started a rhythmic pitter patter . Eventually they caught the right mood and finally decided not to withhold and just let their hair down . Thunderclaps joined the gang of clouds and caused raucous intermittently.
The trees swayed with the tempo of flowing cool breeze , the fresh air seemed to be cantering on a nimble horse who penetrated everywhere. It stormed into trees , oscillating the flowers gently , buzzing into my ears ,ruffling the hair yet not able to intimidate the kids cycling all around the roads.
The downpour and breeze mixed up together and made an amazing elixir which soothed all the matter around, whether animated or otherwise. The occasional sprays which I was exposed to standing near the mesh door felt so irresistible and inviting that Pax (kid#2) and I decided to just splash ourselves into rain.
We took out our scooter and made a dash .The heavy rain drops felt soothing as well as prodding on the body. The wetness in our hair comforted the sweat laden hair .I couldn’t have had enough of nippiness. The sound of gushing water on the road was music to ears ,it kind of whispered reassuringly, bringing a gentle uplift in the mood. We sang as we romanticized the rain .Undeterred by the splashing water because of scooter and other vehicles , we just challenged the rain drops and braved them on our face.
The weather was a perfect ‘kidnap worthy’ one i.e. take a friend of your choice , kidnap him /her and just go dashing , soaking in the rain .Now it should be as easy as taking a candy from a baby ,is it not? But , do we ever do it ? The answer is – unequivocally NO. It’s a pity that we let such fine weather go waste sitting at home. If next time rain invites you , I urge you to go out , kidnap a friend or better still get kidnapped and drench yourself to the heart’s content.
Did you say , I am waxing lyrical ? well yes , I am. But doesn’t so the rain God in Monsoon?