Wandering miles through burnt grass
in search of the elusive water source
the animals all huddled up, look for signs
that can only herald the arrival of
their perennial savior from the skies.
One fine day, a cool breeze starts to blow.
The hot air now becomes the hunted
looking for dear places to hide
for death is certain with the arrival
of the Great Indian Monsoon.
The small streams and the rivulets,
pour their volumes into rivers beds
that were once sand banks and ponds
and playing fields to kids in summer
now slushy fields with the downpour.
Life is back to normal now that nature
has bestowed its blessings upon the
region that gets its bountiful rain
for which man was ready till now
to barter with gold and riches he had.
So much is at stake, thus spake the
economists whose misty vision
revolves and evolves on the
aspects as well as the prospects
of an advancing and retreating monsoon…
Reblogged this on Perceptions and commented:
The monsoon has hit the indian coast once again as it does every year bringing much sought after rain to the parches peninsula..
I loved the idea of the hunted hot air being hunted.. and looking for dear places to hide! lovely imagination Sunith 🙂
Thank u Ash.. the arrival of the monsoon with the draught is always welcome to all of us…
waiting! being impatiently patient..
It will hit Mumbai soon, so please hold on to patience as always…
The vivid imageries used here… makes me long for my mother country. Lovely post!
Thank you. The monsoon and the rains bring out a post in many of us…
Absolutely true…unlike many, I love thunder and lightning too😀
Once I took shelter in a hut for an hour with thunder and lightening preventing me to reach home in my bicycle. I was lucky to reach home that day…
Hahaha… Really, yes it is safer that way. But from the safety of your home, thunder and lightning feels like music😀
Very true..
I really appreciate it when you write about the blessing of rain. I often think that people in New England (USA) except for farmers like snow but dislike rain – and I have never understood this because without rain spring doesn’t come… this year for example the rain absented herself and we had a dry and windy spring and the leaves wept and shrunk… rain is precious and from where you are – even more so.
Thanks too for reading my blog!
Yes rain is very precious.. you are welcome
Blessings & Love always
Thank you Shaheer