Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Rain. In the years that I have been here, I have lived through all shades of  monsoons. But this once is different. No slow build up of tempo—the skies have just opened up, intent on pelting downpours so heavy that you can’t see beyond a few feet. Relentless, mad rain  for days on end is a feature of our monsoons—but this happens a week or fortnight into the season, the first few days are a slow, even kind phasing in. Yesterday wild wind gusts have brought down many trees that were standing for years—bend, or give way.

Beyond my window the whoo whoo of the wind whips through what was once a canyon and now is not, rattling windows and keeping one awake past midnight. Even the crows are disturbed and squawk in alarm.

4 comments:

Guilie Castillo said...

Climate is changing everywhere... But I have to say I'm jealous of your rain. Although I've never seen a monsoon, I grew up with summer storms that ravaged the skies by night. And I miss that here in this desert island. The little rain we get comes quietly, kind of how you describe the beginning of the monsoon season... Except here rainfall lasts only a few minutes. Enjoy the rainy weather for me, Mira :)

longleafstories.com said...

We call these sorts of rains "frog stranglers." Not a very pretty phrase, but it applies to rains where the sky seems to open up and a huge amount of rain falls in a very short time. Disconcerting when weather acts out of character.

PQ said...

There is a drought here, wish some of those droplets came this way

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