By

Gitanjali Kaul

As it Pours I Smile…

The sky, clear, clean calm… The trees swaying in the warm, warm breeze…. The breeze itself…warm now but a harbinger of a wonderful promise…

The grass, in on the secret, reaches out to the breeze… moving its out reached arms to and fro … awaiting the fond embrace…

Nature… abundant with mystery & promise  looks on…at humans running about … busy with their lives… cursing the present and praising the past but oblivious of what lies ahead… And then they came… actually sauntered in… aware of the excitement the very sight of them commands ….

Slowly at first… just a few… then others joined them – an army … soon there were so many that it was hard to say if it was many …or just one entity…

Then, all at once there was a flash… as if there had been an altercation in the ranks… And, aftera moment came the thunderous roar… Deafening - probably because it was a sound no one had heard in quite a while… but sure and reassuring ….

And then… like an old promise being fulfilled… like a sigh of relief… it came…

the first heavy drops… splut! splat! And then faster, in quicker succession… till everything was blinded by a translucent, misty sheet …And it poured …..

Like a lover’s smattering of kisses…like a mother’s blessings…

Like the answer to a parched earth’s prayers…

Raindrops