Downpour.......... :)

Its raining again, though its more like the sprinkler you pass by and helplessly get half-wet, wondering… whether to submerge in the feeling or seek warmth.

Feels like you are lying amidst wet grass and every blade is caressing you like a blanket crocheted out of green wool. The soil upholding you through the slumber to keep your dream from breaking.

Or like the red-chested robin who shakes off the water dripping from its feathers and is boisterously perched in the confines of the long trunks covered with moss whose grandeur never fails to render shelter to any creature who flies by, whereby, we become conscious of the beauty of its maple-colored leaves and the moist fragrance its tiny berries decant in the damp surroundings.

In that eerie silence, one can hum with the melodious note composed by the drops trickling from the edges of undulated roofs, leaves that have been converted into make-shift basins with the water collected along their veins, an umbrella that has been just spread for drying by the old man who had rushed to gather some flour for fritters, from the clothes and ear-lobes of kids who had been cheering in mud puddles and the bangles of the women who have wound up daily chores to enjoy the kaleidoscopic view from their balconies, making it more resounding with their chuckles, gossips and hot filter coffee cupped in their palms wrapped with the ends of their wrinkled sarees.

To fill more colors in this variegated backdrop, an army of seven colors mounted on the chariot led by the sun’s seven horses rushes towards the horizon, stealthily sweeping into the azure sky. Crimson reigns and mingles with it to create a perfect blend that carpets the arena, while others get dispersed leaving a sparkling bow on the face of the sky which seems to have experienced the kiss of love. The spectacle enchants the beholders, who like fresh lovers, are stupefied by the sweet nothings, and as they seem to engulf the chant, twilight is born…. giving way to a bewitching night !