I recall from different niches of my memory:
the very welcome, gentle pitter patter of raindrops…
the sound of rain on tin roofs/ plastic covers…
hither thither running, squealing little kids
splashing themselves to glory in rain filled muddy puddles…
women traversing ankle deep flooded streets
with saris held high up to their knees…
men uncaringly stomping to work n back
wearing their very utilitarian black gum boots…
cyclists in trenchcoats
with their pants pinned with bicycle clips…
light rain with the sun shining through
and those oh so beautiful rainbows…
listening to lovely music,
reading my favourite books when cooped up in the house…
heavy rain with dark thick cloud cover…
sudden claps of lightning and huge rumbles of thunder…
how this scared us when we were kids…
how it sometimes scares us even today…
and how can I ever forget these two things
deeply connected with rains:
the smell of rain drenched soil after the first showers…
and of charcoal roasted bhuttas…
I can’t help but repeat these beautiful lines:
rim jhim gire saawan
sulag sulag jaye mann
bheege aaj iss mausam me
lagi kaise yeh agan
rim jhim gire saawan!
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Last night I read your beautiful ode to rain. Then it rained on and off last night. This morning, when I barely reached the front of the house to go for a walk, it came down heavily. Taking shelter under front porch and remembering your poem, memories of youthful enjoyment of rain seeped into my heart. So many of them……….. overlooking from veranda the scurrying people, street dogs taking shelter, launching paper boats in little streams, happily going to school, playing in muddy waters during recesses, poking each other’’s umbrella while walking by, watching from train the rail-side urchins jump into ponds to swim, memories spun of silken threads….. To add to your poetic anchor, here is a tender song.….
Khoyi si bhigi2 raat jhume’
Ankhome’ sapnoki baaraat jhume’
Dilki ye’ duniya aaj baadlo ke’ saath jhume’
Aha rimizim ke’ ye’ pyare’2 geet liye’……..
roasted butta- i love them - we get it here on the beaches , rain or not !
have u noticed the straw thatched roofs on the country side “smoking ” after the first few rains ? and the drip drip from the corners of the roofing … the parallel lines from the old red tiled roofs falling down steadily… rain , rain , it is better in the country side ..lovely sight
Nice poetic description of the rains and the reference to the frog in us was really nice……….its true the first drop of rains really make us go wild with joy as it brings a soothing effect to the summer sweat drenched body.
great! think of hop-hop-hop in puddles, and the ”brolly blown away also…
The monsoons make us sentimental, doesn”t it, Appy? Ah, the smells, the cloudy skies, the pitter-patter, the splash-splash — they evoke the feel of years and decades gone by. There is something both joyous and wistful about the coming and going of the rains. Nice, evocative post. Warm Regards, Krish
I believe your theory is true.. I mean you popped up and wrote this post! :))) Nice write up. Lovely
reminds me of RUM….it goes perfectly with smell of rain drenched smell! isn”t it????
it is not a very healthy thing to wade through water in a town where gutter merges with road. rain is one thing but filth is not what we need or enjoy.
:-)…”i hear the drizzle of the rain,like a memory it falls,soft and warm,continuing,tapping on my roofs and walls…..”S&G…….(ill take rain,anytime:-))))
nice lines ab….yes of course we all r frogs croaking for the rains…croak croak …and all those memories…smell of drenched soil….garam bhutaa…wooooo………nice one!
nice one ..cool pic too..
Lol at the frog bit. All I can say is you sure give off a finer appreciation of the rain than that ugly toadie who wallows in muddy pools! Lovely lines, brought back memories…. and that song is so mmmmmm……
ab u r good as usual.
Got drenched in those beautiful lines…….
rain rain rain fall again……
Quoting someone I don”t remember who:
We write about rains because it is scarce. We write about things that are hard to get. Thats why we write about love!
Dont you agree?
Croak!! Croak!! Ribit! ribit! loved your lines! hehehe