MUSIC OF D SKIES..........

When d monsoon clouds finally let go of d their burden of rain,everythin dances-- curtains,trees,flowers and wildest of all, d author of this piece.



u kno there was a tym when d end of summers was mourned,when d rains tho luved were dreaded. Coz d change of season heralded skul's commencement. Even then , tho, d gloom wd b washed away wid d first showers wid d gallop up 2 d terrace 4 d ritual first drenchin.....

n then ,of course, PAPER BOATS made wid pages torn outta notebuks n launched in d storm drains while dawdlin our way 2 skul, carefully findin d shortest distance btw puddles 2 splash in en route. :-D



vague recollection of swelterin skul memories...... a hipshake outside d skul's entrance 2 d Zara..Zara..number of R.H.T.D.M. ... followed by a lecture on public behaviour by Mrs.Neelakshi Chatterjee ...cmin bck home...n another round of MORALITYupdate....by daddaaaa.....

Later ...a tspfull of some anti-sneeze or ginger-honey syrup gurgled down d food pipe......n then bask in d brite rainbow....aah.......

As i write this , d sky has grown darker. thicker grey clouds 've covered d sky , but dat hasn't made ne difference 2 d temperature....its muggy n still,so very still.....

D undergrowth wraps itself arnd my sodden sneakers,wet branches lashes my face, squelchin my way thru mud churned up by a hundred pairs of feet b4 me. water tumbles past in burbly streams....this is monsoon 4 u....... :)

As i write this , d distant rumble has grown closer.a breeze whips d blackberry in my backyard in2 a first shiverin at d touch of its sudden embrace,then quickly in2 a mad dance of reunion.there is a flash of lightenin n almost immediately, d crash of thunder.ITS ALMOST HERE.ALMOST....
BIG, heavy drops stipple a pattern...Thunder crashes once more, loud n long,drownin out d tapetytappetytap of d rain on d roof like a tabalchi spurred on by d cymbals in a mad fusion jugalbandi, d rain plays d roof even louder.
d earth lets out a breath, n d air is sweet wid d smell of very first rain..aah.....
there is a lull, a pause btw movements, lightenin carves a baton across d sky, thunder booms n d rain plays a tentative riff, a gust of wind n it all takes off again ..n this tym there is no hesitation, no pause: d tatto on d roof is almost a single sound n now its joined by d violent gush of water 4m d terrace drainpipes....
thunder goes in2 a long crescendo dat sends d pomeranian 2 doors down in2 hysterics. d rain is now one -non- stop- never-endin celebration.
As i write this......DAMMIT!! M NOT WRITIN THIS NEMORE. forget d neighbours n wat they'll think. m not 2 old 4 a rain dance......:P