Posts Tagged ‘rain’

Thirst

May 15, 2017

I thirst…
Not for love, money or
Even happiness.
I thirst for water
To quench the parched earth
To bring green to the brown
To bring fresh hope to those
Who raise crops and food for us.
I need water
To fill the pots
Of each slum-dweller
Who puts her (it’s never a he)
Vessel in a long line of colours,
Waiting to drink, wash and live.
I have had enough of grishma ritu.
I want varsha…not just the odd shower
Or thunderstorm, but a steady,
Cloudy, drumming season
That will replenish the depleted
Plateau,that we live on
And call home.

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Raindrops

March 12, 2017

Inside her little box of an apartment
Lies the elderly woman,
While I tell her about the rain
That is wetting the roads
Outside. Confined to her bed,
She cannot even move
To the window, without help,
To look at the few drops
Falling from the sky.
The plants she has in pots
Cannot feel the rain, either.
All they can get
Is the “filtered water”
Whenever the sullen maid
Remembers them.
The woman is able
To have a roof over her head…
But some simple joys,
Like savouring the raindrops
Which wet that roof,
Are beyond her,
Small deprivations
Can sometimes be big ones.

Raindrops

March 7, 2017

Inside her little box of an apartment
Lies the elderly woman,
While I tell her about the rain
That is wetting the roads
Outside. Confined to her bed,
She cannot even move
To the window, without help,
To look at the few drops
Falling from the sky.
The plants she has in pots
Cannot feel the rain, either.
All they can get
Is the “filtered water”
Whenever the sullen maid
Remembers them.
The woman is able
To have a roof over her head…
But some simple joys,
Like savouring the raindrops
Which wet that roof,
Are beyond her,
Small deprivations
Can sometimes be big ones.

Monsoon

June 9, 2016

The air cools rapidly, and the light dims as boiling, heavy clouds boil over the landscape. The breeze builds rapidly into a wind, whipping up the summer dust, lashing the palm fronds into a frenzy. The first huge drops splash upon the parched ground.

Every sense is overwhelmed: the ears by the thunder, the eyes by the strange,dim light from behind the massing clouds, and the lightning that dances across them, or that lances to the ground; the skin by the feel of the rain, the nose by the aroma of wet earth… that incomparable fragrance that fills the air.

We raise our eyes to the heavens, and give thanks for the life-giving showers.After the torrid summer, the monsoon is here.

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Here’s one song describing the arrival of the monsoon, and the eager wait for it.

The last few seconds depict, too. how disappointing (and cataclysmic to the farmer) it can be when the rains fail.

Four videos from Valparai

April 23, 2014

I got the Orange-headed Thrush singing:

The Dusky Striped Squirrel calling:

The Grey Junglefowl, and his harem, strolling.

And….he life-giving summer rain falling:

Varsha, Bhoomi, Prakriti

June 24, 2013

View of monsoon showers from Nandi Hills

Taken at Nandi Hills, 23 June, 2007…exactly six years ago! Right now, a storm is raging outside, here in St.Louis.

The clouds gather, and darken.
Heavy, bearing water, they scud along.
Low-hanging, in cottony shreds,
Higher up, boiling, as if
The water in them were
Hot, instead of icy cold.
The breeze stiffens, too.
Coolness, welcome after the heat,
Pervades the very air.
The trees sway in the rising wind,
And that eerie light, that presages a storm
Makes the whole scene glow.
Lightning forks down…majestic, awe-inspiring.
The thunder follows, scary claps, or distant rumbles.
The first big, fat, drops fall
And dry at once, on the hot footpath.
But more and more follow,
Until it’s a stream of water
Falling from the sky.
It sounds trite and traditional,
But the hearts of sundered lovers
Yearn to be together again.
Children, on the other hand,
Hold on to their parents
And try to swallow their fear
Of the elemental forces.
The monsoon’s begun…the wonderful, unique
“Smell-of-the-earth”, that comes with the first touch
Of rainwater, on the parched earth,
Raises emotions in our hearts,
Even as beasts and birds
Scurry for shelter, or stand patiently,
Drenched in the sustained downpour
With which Nature renews her annual promise
To her sister, the Earth.

The Gateway Arch

May 21, 2013

Sometimes,it’s more fun to see a landmark in unexpected places….

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or here…

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The Gateway Arch of St.Louis is one of the most beautiful landmarks I know!

Storm from the train, and Pune

November 6, 2012

On the train to Pune, I watched the effects of the clouds, sky, sunlight and storm as we sped past the landscape:

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I got a rainbow, too:

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that’s against a house of God…

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that’ against the power generated by humanity, so puny against the forces of Nature….

I got an amazing sunset as usual:

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And thought of as usual!

Then I got these synchronized clouds:

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I’ve posted more photos on my Facebook album,

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I also managed to see parts of Pune that I’ve never seen before, thanks to who dropped me off at the bus stand:

A little pavement shrine in Aundh:

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the Pune Fort:

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the Halwai Ganesha temple:

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The sanctum:

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Some more pics of Pune by night,

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on Facebook

I saw some lovely “AkAsh kandeel” or “sky lights” ready for Deepavali:

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The memory of this lovely city is now associated with this little jasmine creeper:

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Maharashtra and the north of Karnataka are so beautiful!

Rain…

April 27, 2012

The sunlight streaming golden through the heavy clouds and the glittering rain and the Gulmohar’s fiery reds. Coolness in the air as the rain goes on. Slowly, the shapes of the scudding clouds change…..how I love rain.

Here’s

Rain in Summer – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And here’s a video of a magnificient thunderstorm that I was caught in:

Rain…the giver of life.

The Rain Tree

April 3, 2012

Why is it called “Rain”
When it flowers in the hot sun?
By the time the monsoon arrives
The flowering is done.

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Perhaps the tree is called so
Because it rains so much on us….
Shade, shelter to creatures, clean air;
Beauty and grace.. in silence, without any fuss.

Off to Gir, to see the Asiatic Lions (never been there)…back in a week 🙂