Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain
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Oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter pater
Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter pater
A lilting melody by The Cascades celebrates the beauty of a wondrous phenomenon called rain! This golden oldie hums in my mind as the monsoon arrives in the month of July every year. On the stage plays a giant rhythmic orchestra pittering and patering in synchronized chorus, announcing relief. The parched earth gets liberated from the tyranny of a long hot summer.
Sitting in my verandah, sipping a steaming cup of fine Assam tea, it was a pleasure to watch the rain drops fall unceasingly on the tree leaves, the flower pots, the window sill, the garden furniture, the porch, the thirsty earth and all others that were deprived of hydration since many days. The accumulated rain water meandered in tiny rivulets in the kitchen garden making puddles. The earth reciprocated in gratitude by emitting merry little bubbles, as if soaking in the manna from heaven.
The heavy downpour gives out sounds, sights and smells all around. (Smell of the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil (Petrichor (/ˈpɛtrɪkɔːr/), I learned recently). When in the hills, the rain fragrance is a mix of pine and flowers. And by the ocean, it’s a salty infusion.
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Kids dashed out of their houses squealing with joy. They were carrying a squeezable variety of mango that’s a pleasure to slurp in this monsoon rain. I rejoiced with them every time they skipped over and conquered a puddle. Caring words, “Don’t slip. Watch out for that muddy puddle. Carry your umbrella. Huddle under a tree” were heard from somewhere far.
As the temperature drops after the downpour, the liver becomes magnanimous. Savory spicy fritters (pakoras) cooked in mustard oil become easy to digest. I embalmed the deep-fried delicacies in mint chutney and slid them down my throat. My mind aroused no guilt. Calorie counting definitely isn’t for this season, I contended.
Blissfully, during the heavy rains, no one says “don’t waste the day away!”. Everyone slows down instilling in empathy for those around. The rain calms; soothing away the anxieties of any self-imposed stress. A lesson on relinquishing control, teaching that not everything revolves around us.
So true... Having a cup of tea with fritters and being nostalgic is genuine during raining
ReplyDeleteTrue that :)
DeleteNostalgic.Rain always reminds me of an old song which used to play on the intercom in our school after morning prayers on rainy days
ReplyDeleteIt was "raindrops raindrops fall upon my window and spark along the leaves of a thirsty apple tree"
That's a nice one!
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My favorite season is definitely this. Nothing better than watching the rain, lullaby for a good nights rest.
ReplyDeleteSure :)....just like lullaby for a good night's rest!
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