Thursday, April 12, 2007


When it rains in Hyderabad, it is lovely. I for one like those evening rains, that start in late afternoon continue till dinner and stop. The night drive gets exciting with wet roads and the cool breeze. The dawn comes with a promise of bright weather, with the rain having washed the skies. It brings a clear sky allowing one to see farther than on a normal day and with those minute details that make you think if your sight has improved.

The morning brings a wet perfume to your sense that is nostalgic. The washed away mud settles along paths and is smooth like the beach sand to touch. The pattern of the water flow still etched on it, tempting you to disturb it. The trees are greener to the eye, the flowers more colorful. The winds of the rain have blown away the weak, about to fall leaves.

The after effects of the rain are beautiful but a few moments before the rain starts, the atmosphere is heavy, breeze bringing the clouds to you. The slight drizzle before the downpour reminds you to take shelter or not. Being at a job, I could not take the liberty of drenching myself in rain. But I did see a couple of people giving in to the luxuries of rain drops on their skins and clothes as they were returning home to the cozy comfort of the dry soft towel and a hot cup of coffee.

I believe rains everywhere tend to arouse similar feelings and sights. Our great-great-great grandfathers, who were farmers, must have waited days and months together to experience the joy and miracle that rains bring to their farms and fields. Maybe this joy transcended into our genes as well and thus we celebrate that rare rain that visits us in the middle of a hot summer. Hoping God gives us more such pleasurable times.
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