The first rains....

The first rains....

(3:30 am here in Mumbai ,my face is all wet...the experience....it needs to be jotted down..)

May.The hottest month in Mumbai.Its here to test ur love for the city.Can u take it-The earth boiling up like molten lava jus beneath the surface...the sun blazing down with all its wrath...the smog...choking all the pollutants ..plus the humidity ...like one big gas chamber....N u perspire...dehydrate...tan...get sun stroked...catch the summer cold...the pre-monsoon diseases. The whole city prays to the rain gods..so do i....

Over the years i have waited for the monsoon each june...more eager for it than for my exams to get over. Tracking the forecasts in the newspaper....knowing that they r almost always wrong...asking my granddad if he can tell me -from the direction of the wind(if any)...or the bird calls....or maybe the height of the high tide waves...how much longer do i have to wait....it seems like an eternity..

Then comes ...all effects underplayed...the pre-monsoon showers....a passing cloud....a couple of drizzles.....or a 5 min pouring...which makes me go yeaaa!!!...n then....oh but wait....this cant be the curtain raiser ...wherez all the thundering...this glimmer of hope...makes me even more quenched...

It gets worse.......the weather-muggier...the calm before the storm......i look outside my balcony...the skies turned all purple...with a thick overcast...n suddenly the clouds light up...a glimse of heaven was that?...pure white light...a flash..n one more...ohh ..n it just thundered...it roars n rumbles.....the air starts stiring...the trees swaying..their silhouettes just perfect ....the cool breez blowing....n bringing along with it d sweet smell of distant wet lands....The night sky is preparing itself for the performance.. Its show time.:D.My windows start shuddering....the thundering gets louder....the heavy raindrops performing the perfect symphony. As the droplets blow over my face..i feel blissful ... cant stop smiling. The trees look happier...dancing...n getting drenched inch by inch...old branches go down...car covers fly off....the drops sparkling in the street lights...the wind forming patterns....a pool gets created on the uneven cemented ground...n the million little drops create the most beautiful pattern.....The clouds crackup again.....And at that moment that crackling sound is not scary....i love this sound....its the first rain...the real deal!...The monsoon...has finally arrived up from kerela..to goa..over the western ghats and kokan...to Mumbai...The city which gets drenched...bigtime!!