A Heavy Rain

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It was a torrential rain. A heavy and relentless downpour. It was pounding on the roof like a crazed man pounding on a door. Its echoes reverberated in the building. It filled every room with its noise, forcing us to shout to be heard. I sat in a room full of people who were talking and interacting, all I could think about was the rain.
It fell harder than any rain I had ever experienced before. The lightning flashed in the skies, begetting us all to smile to get our pictures taken. The clouds roared from kilometres away, as if to announce that the rain’s end looms much beyond our ability to traverse it. It feel so hard and cold it would hurt your bones, then cool you down and hurt you even more. It flooded the streets, with waters up to our ankles. It would launch an onslaught on your umbrella, making it harder and heavier to carry.
Most people fear such a rain. They don’t dare step foot into it. They stand under covers, hide in the protection of their homes and gaze outside longingly. As though the tempest is a travesty to be suffered in silence and waiting. It is only a selected few who step forth into such a rain.
They are the ones who can’t be harmed by the rain. Its cold drops won’t hurt them. It would instead bring them joy as the cold drops fell between the tiny spaces in their hairs. They would jump in the flooded streets and the dirty puddles, experiencing the bliss of the cold water dancing in the sky. They let their umbrellas sway breezily from one side to the other as the wind told them to get a little incautious. Let the cold water be graced by ending their long journey by landing on their face.
Everybody knows why such a rain comes. To wash away the scum from the streets. T wash away all the no gooders, the vile and the venomous and the evil from the world.
It was a downpour that would stay in my memory for a long time. The sheer ferocity of I would always liner on in the recesses of my mind. The way it spoke loudly, and the grace with which it did all this. It was a rain that woke everyone up, and made them listen to it. Show them who they were before it went away.


 

Will it Rain?

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The orange red rays fell
On the land of dust,
Far away from the anarchy
That controlled the masses.
And the day went on,
With no disturbances in
The space-time continuum.

The clouds had not covered
The sun’s rays in years,
The people had never lost
Sight of their shadow outside
The darkness of the night.
The newborn did not know
How a drop from the skies felt,
The old losing hope they will ever
Have a wet umbrella again,
The middle aged to engrossed
To protect, they forgot rain existed.
The crops still grew,
With methods far from natural.

The clouds did displace after a
Long slumber, a period of inactivity.
For the first time in years,
Did the people see a sky with
No sun or moon,
A sky with fluffy shapes thought
To have disappeared with fall of order.

As the gusty winds brought with
Those rays of a new beginning,
Everybody feared if the crops
Would survive the storm.


A very very old poem. It’s already been posted but I realised a lot of people new to the blog may not have read it. So hence, here it is again!

Will It Rain?

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This is what happens when there is no rain for days and the human brain starts to get extremely weird thoughts!!

The orange red rays fell
On the land of dust,
Far away from the anarchy
That controlled the masses.
And the day went on,
With no disturbances in
The space-time continuum.

The clouds had not covered
The suns rays in years,
The people had never lost
Sight of their shadow outside
The darkness of the night.
The newborn did not know
How a drop from the skies felt,
The old losing hope they will ever
Have a wet umbrella again,
The middle aged to engrossed
To protect, they forgot rain existed.
The crops still grew,
With methods far from natural.

The clouds did displace after a
Long slumber, a period of inactivity.
For the first time in years,
Did the people see a sky with
No sun or moon,
A sky with fluffy shapes thought
To have disappeared with fall of order.

As the gusty winds brought with
Them rays of a new beginning,
Everybody feared if the crops
Would survive the storm.