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Thursday, April 01, 2010

First summer rain

Seeing the pleasant whether outside I couldn’t deny the possibility of an early rain. I decided to leave office a bit early. Just when I was walking out of security gate, few tiny water drops fell on my cheek. I looked up towards the sky and found dark clouds hovering over. Few more steps and it stared drizzling. I thought, I could be safe only when I board the bus as it would be the air conditioned and hence completely glass shielded. I started running towards the bus stop to catch my bus. Suddenly, a pleasant aroma stuck my nostril and I stopped running. I stood there to recollect this familiar odour and didn’t took me long to recollect that it was the odour of thirsty soil after first few drops of summer rain. I looked around and found people running towards bus stop to get shelter. However, I could walk only in slow motion, mesmerized by that aroma and changing colour of soil as drops grew heavier.


I boarded the bus and hooked from the window seat to watch the probable rain and changing nature closely. Staring outside from that glass window I felt closer to the nature for the first time in this city full of pollution and traffic jams now. My otherwise volatile thoughts evaporated. All I could see was rain, clouds, wet roads and happy people. And the thought became subtle - with idea of getting wet in rain and then spending the evening with someone close.

Below are the thoughts I was sharing the window seat with, on that amazing experience of witnessing first drizzling in summer. Please excuse me for my rhyming :-) I am not good at it.



Oh, drops of first summer rain!
Pleasant aroma of drenched soil
there is eavesdropping on glass window
and music is striking chord within my soul

Oh, drops of first summer rain!
It couldn’t have been a better soothing effect
Dancing tree are expressing their gratitude
and sun is peaking from dark clouds once again

Oh, drops of first summer rain!
You felt like melted crystal from heaven
Is it God’s way of purifying our heart
Or washing away grief and sin.

Oh, drops of first summer rain!
Please become mightier and come again! 

Though, drops didn’t grow heavier and it only drizzled, this first sight of rain in summer was enough to cheer up everyone. The rain also inspired me to have forgiveness and to see life in a new and fresh perspective.

4 comments:

  1. Lovely poem re baba...baarish hui kya recently in the Bengaluru of today?? :D

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  2. ha yaar,par bus jhalak dikhake laut gayi :)

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  3. Vaah kya likha hai sir ji....ap to poet ho gae ;)

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