FIRST RAIN

Feel the rain

An ode to first Rainfall in smoldering Delhi

The first rainfall is like a promise of romance.
Everything looks good, feel good. one seems to forget all those turmoil of emotions associated with it. Like we try to ignore  forthcoming  problems which comes with rain. I am referring to  clogged pits, pots, and those non- ending construction garbage lying on the road sides. I myself had been. has been and will be witnessing it (all the tenses- past, present and future) have applied to it. It was always there, now for so long that its presence doesn't affect me any more rather its absence startles me, as construction work and clogged waste pipes are very much part of Delhi now. 
I think Delhi will be a new entrant in guinness book of records under the title of  "city with long construction -work period" if there at all is a such title, I can only vouch for Delhi, maybe other cities in India are in the race to win it and become first:-) 
Don't you  think it is same like love, where one seems to ignore all the pending problems associated with enigma called "LOVE". 

When I got up in the morning and went out in the balcony of my house, I felt very good, as it must have been raining the previous night, air was filled with the smell of wet earth.

This one just an ode to the first rainfall in smoldering Delhi.  

          First Rain: 

The rain has always electrified us...

The Earth looked beseechingly towards the sky. There was no sign of Monsoon yet. Her heart cried. It has been such a long,  long wait, almost eternal. Everything around Her or on Her, is crying out for relief from this scorching heat. The sun is not  being very kind to Her lately. Her only savior is ‘Monsoon’ now. Suppose Monsoon would not come, suppose He failed to keep  His promise, as done previously many times. She dreaded and tried to keep away from negative thoughts but Her disappointment  was apparent.

The last two months have been very exhausting for Earth, the Sun never seems to go down. It goes on and on, day after day, from  east to west, scorching relentlessly, and licking up all the dewdrops before she could even moisten her lips. Her patience  showed cracks on her surface. “But things will be different, when he comes”, she thought hopefully.

Suddenly the light, pleasant breeze started blowing, slightly touching and cajoling Her. She could sense that He is not far away;  He has already sent a messenger. She had a strong premonition that He would be on time this time.

Now She could hear Him clearly; all in His triumphant glory; flash of lightening and then there is another peal of thunder.  “Oh! He is already flirting with me”, She chuckled.

At last He came, shadowing Her with dark clouds and started kissing Her sporadically with his fat water drops and touching Her  almost everywhere. She rose to meet Him, unable to hold Her thirst. She is aware of Her sensuality and He is conscious of Her  naked desire. He is passionate. He rolls and growls; He rumbles and grumbles; He trembles with lust and burst upon Her in  deafening thunder and She shamelessly surrenders to quench her thirst.

It is the time for LOVE. He showers all His love on Her and She blushes all over in riots of colors’. The nature is reborn from this eternal copulation.
An eternal bliss I suppose.

pic from web.