the monsoons always sneak up on you. always.
there'll be dark clouds. gusty winds. swaying trees. and then just a misty spray. again and again. till you stop noticing.
and then one day, when you're on your way home and stuck in traffic... you notice how dusty the windshield is. and then you notice a few raindrops. very slowly, they start crowding the glass. too quickly, you turn on the wipers. you notice how the blades could've scratched the glass. too much dust. not enough raindrops. but they keep coming down. flick switch. glass wiped clean. glass blurred again. repeat. not raindrops anymore. not misty spray. rain. torrential rain.
struggling wipers. some old song on the radio. big puddles on the road. splashing through. not stopping. not quite seeing. best ride ever.
in the papers the next morning. uprooted trees. frozen traffic. power outages. snapped wires. all reported with glee. all drenched in 17.1 mm of rain. precious. more to come. yippeee!
4 comments:
oh you are talking about that day! yes twas super! no more of that- mores the pity
shweta
true true. but seems like we had another biggie last nite. bas, ab thoda thunder/lightning ho jaye!
Perfectly poetic post.
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