Rain has many sensations and rhythms…
Rain has love. Rain has amour and enthusiasm…
I know there is raining beyond the ocean.
This is the time of homely monsoon dream…! All kind of fantasies there…
Rain is a cooling matter of the universe; life blood and creative force of the great Nature.
Rain nourishes the plants and flowers; rejuvenate all beings.
Peasantry rejoices. Children play in rain. Anxious mothers catch wet through children.
Tricky grandma’s start rain stories in dark rainy nights to get crazy kids to sleep.
Shocked to see lightning dazzles and hear thunder claps, children go hiding.
In the days, they would wait for pageantry of rainbow…
They would make a toy boat and become “boatmen.”
Hardworking ants would benefit to have a free voyage in little boats.
Open the window and look the court yard. The crows are taking bath.
The showers make new bubbles in the rain water.
Grass hoppers fallen in the water try to catch a leaf.
Hornbills are still there to cry when clouds are moving in the sky.
The naughty rain does not allow children to escape in downpour.
It would be there in school time, punctually to soak them!
When darkness crept over westward over western skies, what did the cuckoo mom told to her little baby?
Faraway rice fields is filled with pickerels and frogs and small creatures.
Water hen hides among screw pines and make sounds. Sometimes they swim across to seek prey.
A man with torch is coming across the mud-bank. The light reflects in the rain water
Rain is a rare communion of Nature.
Rubicon is still flowing with more enthusiasm and energy to merge with sea.
Rising waves get angry over the torrential showering. So blasts its anger upon sea rocks.
Fisher men are still fighting with huge waves for a better catch.
Some times rain is romantic too…
Just like a hugg of love. Falling of love in drops…
Somewhere someone may have prayed for a rain of love.
Somewhere someone may have to pour the rain of love that was kept in their heart.
Unheard voice is always sweet. Unknown love is always passionate. Is it rain a union of goddess earth and rain god?
Sometimes rain has a frantic mood too. It some times makes waves in the earth.
Fury of rain has caused destruction sometimes, just like a puppetry of the powerful Nature; beyond the control of men.
There are purest passions and wildest pleasures.
Rain has always caused to catch the fire of poets’ and writers’ imagination.
During night time, rain becomes so intense…
Somewhere, some one may have dreamt to see a rainbow.
Is rain like love and attachment?
Estuaries are seen bright silver water merging…
There is an excitement of wilderness in the distant rain forests.
How beautiful it is to look at a bird eating spider is running in the charming light showers?
Did a chilling breeze ruffle the serenity there?
Still the peacocks are dancing by watching the rainbow at the sky line?
Is that spectacle made seven colors or seventh heaven of delight in their hearts?
The earth was waiting with timid parting sorrow for many days to have this season to wake up her,
to embrace her, a fulfillment of prayer.
Monsoon beauty of nature is unique with a variety of flora and fauna.
The chirping sounds of cicadas and frogs put the wind up the coming monsoon rain.
A whipped white wave crests on to the long wave tops in the western sea.
The flow of water falling in drops is the blessing of heaven upon the earth.
Where it is raining now? Is it in the sky light or in the immense ocean or in my own mind?