When I used to live in England rain was something we put up with grudgingly, but now that I am living in India I appreciate the value of the life giving rains. All living things, man or beast, look forward to the monsoon and welcome its arrival. The first rains of the north east monsoon have arrived turning everything green and allowing the farmers to prepare their land ready to sow their next crops.
Monsoon in Kamaraj Valley
A gentle breeze from the west swirls, changes direction.
Blowing harder now, from the east.
Leaves fly from the trees;
Whirlwinds rise, dust whipped into life by the growing wind.
In the air the scent of rain.
Lake reflections shatter, broken by the growing waves
into a million pieces.
Lone egret takes flight.
Sambar lifts his head, questing the wind. Turns silently
Into the forest, is gone.
Dark clouds billow, climbing high into the threatening sky.
The wind drops, eerie stillness descends.
Blinding flash of light.
Thunder rolls around the valley, echoes from the hills.
The sun shrouded, darkness descends.
The first drops raise dust, disappear into the parched earth.
Silence reigns, then thunderous roar
Of heavy rain on leaves.
Lake and mountains disappear, grey curtain hiding all.
Senses succumb to the rain.
Raindrops bounce, sparkling, shinning; consuming sunburned earth.
Roots reach out, greedily seeking;
Flowers raise their heads.
Verdant green revealed; leaves long hidden by yellow dust
Washed clean by the longed for rain.