It rained yesterday. I woke up from my afternoon nap to find the world enveloped in a pearly pink haze and the wind blowing strong, chasing immense amounts of dust in all different directions. And then, it rained. The first rains, especially in this part of the country feels so unbelievably glorious that you feel as though you've suddenly broken through the gates of hell and reached heaven!! Ok...too much exaggeration maybe and I don't really know what that feels like anyways...but truly, you not only feel a lift in your mood but also sense your entire body, mind and soul rejoicing in the event...the strength probably comes from the fact that every creature around here, human being, animal, bird or reptile is happy when the rains begin. It is almost like collective spiritual joy and you crave to squeeze out every last bit of beauty from it. The feel of it, the smell of it, the taste of it, the sight of it....
Sadly it ended almost before it began around my place...apparently on the outskirts of the city it rained a lot.
Can't think of many things in life that induce such an exquisite feeling of joy and wellbeing like the first rains after a torrid summer in the arid regions of Western India.
I love rain (and I usually am happy to be in a part of the world where it rains a lot), but it is especially glorious when it's a rarer event as in your part of the country! Nice post! (p.s. I'm very very jealous of your mangoes! :) Here's to another lovely storm coming your way!
ReplyDeleteThe mangoes here are divine Julia! They are literally the best in the world and truly compensates for the summer torture...wish I could send some to you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I could feel it through your writing.
ReplyDeleteI hope you have more refreshing rains soon.
Thanks Milli...can't wait for the true beginning of monsoons!
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