Friday, June 15, 2007

First the dust storm, fine dust swirls brushed off the trees and buildings, the chandni and the lemon tree by the corner. Somewhere, a window slams. Sundry pieces of paper race on uneven concrete. A change in the air, a different smell, the smell of first rain. Thunder. Great big plops of rain splatter on gray, an art deco pattern. And then the downpour. Everyone rushes out to splash and get wet. Fine spray held with wonder on palm and face.

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10 comments:

crab said...

pehli pehli baarish ki boonde!!:-)

Ricercar said...

oh. i miss proper rain ...

mago said...

Finally!

Proxima said...

I love the smell of the rain hitting the dry dirt! ah!

Thank you for your email! :>

-P (I'd better get off to bed now)

austere said...

crabbie- another city, another rain..har shahr mein pehli barish...

ricer- cal rain? mumbai rain is totally generous...

mago- yup. finally. totally finally I hope.

AmitL said...

And then comes the flood.*grin*.But,yes,the first rains are looked forward to,always,na?:)

austere said...

hullo hullo proximagal-gooodnight already!there is a specian name for it in hindi- saundhi.

amitl- you bet. but this year it seems to be a stop and go kind of rain.. miserly sa.

shiv said...

a strange fascination that man has to the elements.....what better than to enjoy the mingling of the two elements with your senses!!!!

White Forest said...

m trying to imagine! :P

austere said...

shiv- I have a fatal attaction for lightning, I should think, and dark cloudbursting skies. :)

white forest- :) aww. not too tough,is it now? barish!