Winter Rain

A fine zephyr sprang up from the North East, the air was pregnant with the promise of rain.

The clouds came too passengers of the zephyr & brooded in the murky greys of the skies, promising many changes but for the moment holding back to taunt and tease. Setting up the stage for the winter monsoon to cleanse the air and rejuvenate the skies as winter finally graced the plains.

The winds rose, the dust settled, the trees engaged in a leisurely sway as if to shake all its leaves awake from the heat of the city, like freshly shampooed hair every individual branch swayed to the tuneless and timeless beat of the zephyr.
The weather patterns promised a change, of an approaching cold front - the thick of winter. In the wind there crept in a hint of revitalizing coolness A faint aftertaste to tantalize the senses. Make you dream of pleasant times and freezing climes.

The Mists, which had increased in the past few days came tumbling down, humbled by the rain filled clouds, which streamed across the sky, the moon played hide and seek with the clouds, often obscured.

He stood there looking into the distance. A droplet fell on his cheek, and rolled down like a tear down his face and vanished leaving a trail in its wake. The wind increased as the clouds started to rumble and roar in the process of unburdening their loads with the last rains for the year. The last blaze of summer brought rain. It rained like it would never stop.

He just stood there, the raindrops pelted his face, but he wouldn’t blink, even though they stung him. The wind was cooling his body rapidly. It felt good to feel the rain wetting his hair and his parched body. It had been so long since he had enjoyed a soak in the rain alone.
The smell of wet earth permeated his senses as he breathed in its essence. It reawakened his senses and took him back in time in the realm of his memories.


The skies on his right lit up as electricity crackled, thunder soon followed in its wake. Somewhere in the night a lone bird cooed its lonely song. Melancholic thoughts left him as he entered the realm of his memories choosing to re live happy ones this night when the sky provided the perfect backdrop for his life to stream past his unseeing eyes.

The winds lashed him again, bringing him back to the present. His eyes still followed the cracks of electricity, which seemed to rend the sky periodically.

The zephyr made him shake off his blues as he felt the pulse of life begin once again to boom in his bosom. . The leaves still swayed languorously. The zephyr still blew. He hummed a rhyme in his deep baritone

I love life & life will have to love me back……
Tu- ru rooo……rooh……

We’ll fly away into the bamboo, with the wind behind our backs.
Tu.. ru… roooh…

Oh such hopes, such dreams
The wind carries us away

Who will remember me
When I leave this heavenly place

Tu ….ru… rooh…
Oh woman, leaf.