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Rain


I am witness to a time,
when the rain was
a relief
from the intolerable heat of the sun
a wish come true
that closed schools
an inspiration
for innumerable novelists and poets. 

When it rained then,
it poured.
And it would coax nature 
into releasing a strange scent.
A smell so unique to it
one reminisced of it
as the smell of the monsoon.

But the monsoon
did not just pleasure the nose.
A comfortingly cool breeze
would blow against the body
and escape through its gaps.
Tingling, soothing, cooling
body, mind and spirit.

One would spent ages
staring out of the windows
listening to the clatter 
of the raindrops against the zinc panels.
the muffled gasps
as water touched solid
the wail
of the gale.
It was an orchestra
whose volume
reflected the strength
of its ensemble.

Sure enough
small childish ponds 
would appear on my lawn.
On which I would float
little paper boats.
Not that they floated for long.
It was just a childish thrill
unique to the monsoon
that got lost with the times.

Ma would shout to me
to return to the shelter of our house.
Fearing another caning
I would rush back
and with a shelter over my head
I would stretch my hand out
for one last feel of that coolness.

Such was the longing for what 
a decade later 
became 
an unavoidable inconvenience.









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