Bheegi Bheegi....

It rained here in Penn State. Damn – I hate the rain. Why on earth does anyone like the rain??? Messy streets, stinking trash cans, flooded roads juz to mention a few of the added ‘advantages’.

Here is an extract from a mail one of my friends sent me, following which is my reply to her. I’ve reproduced it without her permission. :-)

A Monday afternoon today. It was raining. I was looking out of the window in my room, couldn't get wet today as I have a test tomorrow. And have lots to study. So just wrote this up. I just can't seem to resist the rains..

That familiar smell, I jump out of the chair. And run to the window...'the rain..!' A hot murky Monday afternoon suddenly overwhelmed by the powerful prowess of thick dark clouds. The leaves look up with outstretched hands and parched brown faces. And sway wildly, moved by the unharnessed breeze. Sway in their happiness in anticipation of Nature's most benevolent form. The rain. The green undergrowth also looks tired, eagerly awaiting the shower..

The sky rumbles.. once, twice.. then a loud proclamation of the power to be unleashed.. Then a drop, then another.. and then long sparkling silk in unending lines. The leaves are wildly happy, the trees sway rigidly, acknowledging in their own way.. Little streamlets here and there.. join and form a small, crooked stream
Tiny puddles reflecting the fluorescing green of the freshened leaves and the wet paint of the man-made structures; They, also washed clear of the monotony surrounding them.. People peeping out from their windows at first, rush out after some time. Eagerly welcoming the change in Nature. And letting the slight spray of the shower refresh them bodily and inwardly..

The rain lashes on.. light , then heavy, then heavier It seems to go on, determined to wash away all it can and create a fresh day. Bent on it's resolve to reiterate Nature's infinite wisdom which man sometimes chooses to overlook.. But then it steadily and slowly ceases.. it goes away as elegantly as it came..

Everything is fresher; trees, leaves, shrubs, walls, minds.. Life must move on..


And here’s my reply. Any resemblance to the previous mail is totally unavoidable and purely coincidental.

The familiar stench of rotten garbage from the nearest trash can due to the soggy water. I faint in my chair. And run to the window - obviously to close it down. Can't bear the stench!! A hot murky afternoon suddenly overwhelmed by the powerful prowess of thick dark murky frightening clouds..

The leaves look up with outstretched hands and parched brown faces - Oh no not again. Why do we have to fly away from our brothers to land up in some far away land. Ye Mohabattein ke patte hain.. kkkkiran.

And sway wildly, moved by the violent breeze.. sway in their all sadness that they will soon have to depart. The green grass undergrowth which already looks tired can bear it anymore. Why not get trampled by a herd of cows rather than get soaked in this menacing rain.

The sky rumbles.. once, twice. Its just unbearable. Then a loud proclamation of the power is to be unleashed. Why does He have to shout at the top of His voice to proclaim his supreme power when half of humanity has already accepted His greatness.

Then a drop, then another. Then it pours. Pours pours and pours leaving behind homeless families, stranded passengers, grounded planes, broken nests, helpless children, flooded streets, stinking trash cans. Its filthy and dirty everywhere. It makes you wonder why ppl love the rain when it comes down with such a fury....

Everyone is sad, dull and morose. But as it is rightly said Life must move on.... Really sad... LOL.
Obviously my friend was very much pleased with my reply. Spoiled her rainy mood!!! :-)