Words would not be sufficient to explain the sight of this mesmerizing dance of nature, the dance that I have been seeing for the last few days right form the window of my room. It is the brilliance of a monsoon shower that links so many things together, sort of weaves the nature together in one picture perfect slideshow.
The thirsty earth waiting to get wet under the shower… The flow of clouds, dark and frightening that cover her just as a mother would cuddle her child… The unleashing of rain that merges the sky with the earth… The sunshine after the rain in which the birds come back to twitter…
Of the little that I read in school, only one poem comes to my mind at such moments…
Shravan maasi, harsha manasi,
Hirwad daate chohikade,
Kshanat yete sar sar shirve,
Kshanat firuni uun pade,
Warati baghta indra dhanucha,
Gof duheri winlase,
Mangal toran kaay bandhile,
Nabo mandapee kuni bhase,
Jhalasa suryast watato,
Saanj ahaha to ughade,
Taru shikharawar uncha gharawar
piwale piwale uun pade…..
And it was almost twice as much as I remember so far…
This poem in Marathi by Balkavi… captures the scene in just the perfect words, here is what it means in English:
In monsoon, there is happiness and greenary everywhere…
The shower comes in a jiffy… and the sun shines back in a jiffy…
As we look up we see the rainbow, making a double layered garland…
It looks as a very auspicious decoration of a place…
As the sun is about to set, the clouds open up…
The yellow sun lights up the peaks of hills and tops of high houses
Just when the clouds were building up…
And then what happened? Click to find out :)
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