Wednesday, August 09, 2006


The drizzle began as suddenly as a cat can blink her eye. It came in blobs. First, small and quiet and then fast and tap-tap-tap. The rain-wiper on my car did its best to shoo away droplets clung to the pane. The stockpile seemed unlimited. I decided to drive on! Soft music continued to cascade and fill my car. Outside countless sluices popped up from nowhere. Harried pedestrians and bitter bikers seemed busy negotiating their way through the water clogged six-way-lane. It is raining Monsoon in India’s capital city and everyone and his neighbor is caught in the downpour. The country may be riding fast on the high horse of development and affluence but at the blink of our cat’s eyelid, the real state of our rueful infrastructure shows up. Chinks in the Armour, as they say!

[The beauty of nature's glower]

However --nothing can take away from me my love for rains. Not the bad roads, maddening muggy evenings with power outages and a million mutinies, as the ever-acerbic Naipaul calls us. The sound of rain on trees, lampposts and lushes across the sidewalks continue to fascinate me. I try to make some sense out of the gentle pummeling of silvery driblets on my car-pane. Upon streams. On dark evenings. I love the hurriedness about it. People trying to run for cover. How it – rains -- bring to life, the bleakest of hopes. I think anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.

[Rain through the pane]

The 19th century American poet Henry Longfellow says the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. It is when the fleecy clouds can hold it no more. The weary earth drinks the drizzle. Rivers lap the rains. Old wells in the countryside stock the reserve. Flowers nod. Gazelles hop. Birds break into a song. Peaches blush. A little rain, I think, is an elixir. Into each life some rain must fall, Longfellow must agree in his mossy grave. Rain never disappoints. It rains on the dead, as much as on the un-dead. The unqueer and queer alike.

God, I may drift. I need to end it now.

Happy rains



Laeila, Melbourne,Australia said...

oh, I loved that.


hana, Newcastle said...

You are are absolute romantic. A modern wordsworth.

Keep blogging

Pallavi, Chennai said...

I haven't come across such writing in a long time. You are poetic, a story-teller and analyst, all mixed.

good to read you. bookmarked you.

Pallavi, 20, T.nagar Chennai

suhrit, New Delhi said...

wow -- u rock boss. amazing vocab, usage.


Allen M. UK said...

You are so good at describing some of the most indescribable things in the world. I would be stumped if someone asked me to write on rain considering I am the assistant editor of my society's literary journal.

an amazing amazing blog.


Qasia, 38, Dubai said...

I felt lost for 5 complete minutes. You write jolly well.

Qasia Jehangir

barry shaw, Lake point, US said...

A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moists the field. Your poetic, personal pieces are far too good.


Natalie, Milan said...

I like this poem by Shelley...
Will like to share it with you:

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.


Ritesh 33, Hyd'bad said...

There is a poetic feel and a journalists feel to your write-up.
Good wk.

Keep writing.


Anjali said...

woooooow. Sam, too good.
hehe, you are cool

Selcuk said...

Into eAch Life Some rAin musT faLL... --> I loved this sentence :)