A. Midsummer night's rain

A midsummer night’s rain
Vaatupura A. Jayaprakash, 16 March 2008, Sunday
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The writer recounts the memories of a new, refreshed day after a long rain. He captures every moment of the weather transformation in the best possible way. He finds the whole world changing after seven hours of downpour.

IT RAINED all night long. And even the next was not spared. The way it stayed suspended dark and grim all day long up in the horizons had kept all the greens and growing inundated with a blanket of relief and hope. They all seemed to have thought that the days ahead for a while were going to be cool and free from all the sins of scorching summers.

And it came only at night, like a royal round heard from all corners, with the accompaniment of whistles and drums, clarions and cavalcade. It was like pebbles pelted at first, poured at the next moment, and at the end, it was splashing all around in the pitch dark. It was altogether an experience felt through all the senses. Even windows and walls, doors and is panes were all celebrating a beautiful dream that had come true over a day’s ‘suspended imagination’. It was an assault on our senses; all our imaginations got suspended for quite sometime.

The whole night got deprived of whatever it normally used to have. It was complete black out, snapped cable connections and disrupted communication networks. Thunderbolts were firry enough to keep the indoors flashed off and on; wind was wandering enough to poke its nose everywhere; water shoots were all sharp enough to tear through roofs and covers, both natural and artificial.

The day broke like any other day with sun, birds and sounds. It was a metamorphosis that took place over a period of six or seven hours. The whole world looked different, birds had different tunes, greens had a complete makeover, the air, the water, the cloud, the sky, the sun and its awnings were all putting on a dewy dream cover tailor-made to its respective roles in the cosmos.

Come again like a dream, you midsummer night’s dame in this land of lush and green where gods are given a country of their own.