In the evening it darkened & there were some drops.. It surely isn’t rain! or is it? but it is not july nor the expected rains… Yet there is this rain with a strong wind & the smell that surpasses any of the artificial perfumes.. Also lightening & a sudden black out.
The morning papers declared that Nasik has 12% less water in the dam than last year. Does this rain know how to read? & read English?? or was it the local paper..Marathi?? Uncalled for rains bring out the worst. The covid situation is not improving fast & the weather deteriorating in this way …
All the plants & trees around must be dancing in joy. I have deprived them for too long. Plus whatever water we try, the rains bring in the most fresh & pure water possible…
The getting wet in the rain is a lost lost joy. But the duties make up for it. I relish the drops on the face but the cold that sets in is too much. “Little Johnny wants to play… Rain rain go away…” Why doesn’t this Johnny learn to play in the rain? Play as much as you like & then change into the fresh clothes…
Collecting the drops in the palm or just Dancing in the rain…. Paus aala motha… Paus padla rimzhim, angan zhale ole chimb … Paus padla musaldhar, Raan zhale hirve gaar…. the rain with the ‘Hirva’ is a synonym. The greenery cannot be complete without that Paus…Rutu Hirwa…lovely song by Asha Bhosle justifies the atmosphere then like none other!
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