First rain, the little kid & her mother
It's raining. The weather is blue and dark red. It's bleeding in poetry. My heart, this small kid, what does he dream about?
The city is covered with shady clouds. Infrequently it would thunder, making the charged atoms in the sky do lightning wonders. A slightest perspective, when the earth & the sky meet and it results in chaos. It looks like a call of resistance. It's rare. It's lovely. The little kid looks at the sky, also wondering if his house is safe. She wonders at the nature's magnanimous mood.
The house is surrounded by tropical evergreen forest. There is affluent greenery. A rainy jigger making a 'hush hush' sound falling over the things around. The sound would rise & fall with time as the volume of pour do. It paints the inner soul. There is a murmur in the air. The earth is breathing. The soil is fueled. Why is the birds fluttering in the woods? They look happy. They look refreshed. The little kid wish that the time stops & he may turn into a bird... Is it possible? He is dreaming.
It's not a dream. It was a long weekend. The little kid stayed at home. He remained restless. He remained exaggerated. He felt special. He felt refreshed. There is no work. There is no electricity & the television is off.
It's a small town in the central Indian locale. Tropic of cancer pass through nearby. Yes, it's a tropical zone. After a torturous 4 months of humidity & heat, it rains for one full quarter here! It's a bringing of festival. Rain bring prosperity and global warming's stupidity is still an unknown phenomenon then. Our farmers would be happy. In the Indian context, festivals line up one after the other. Indians celebrate nature.
Kid's mother is inside. She is, although, a little pissed. She is a housewife. She would have to deal with wet cloths, the cleaning work, cooking for all & also to take care of the people if someone catches a nosy fever. It's an afternoon time. She has had all her tasks over. It's resting time. She is comfortably lying in the bed, tired & reading her newspaper. Her long hairs are spread across the bed. Her cracked heel is a saga of thankless hours of countless work. Still, she doesn't demand any recognition. Her love is boundless.
The little kid is tired too. He goes to her mother and lie beside her. It's a perfect sync, a perfect cozy place, his safest... Her mother silently swirl a hand over his head. It's calming. It's obvious what would happen next? He fell asleep.
As he woke up in another hour, the sky was lit & the rain had stopped. Instantly, he felt sad about it. It is as if a lover had departed without a goodbye! Before him, his mother is already up & busy with some work in the kitchen. She is making tea. He ran outside the house. There is a 'tur turrr' of frogs in the street. There are water puddles all over. The plants are water-soaked. There is chattering in the air. People are passing by... But look up, what that u-shaped rainbow smiling about?
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