You wouldn’t know……..

You wouldn’t know

From the morning which dawned today

How hard it rained last night.

Distant rumbles of thunder, silver sheets of lightning,

Rain, wind and hailstones

A cacophony on the roof.

A fine mist on my face through the windowpane

A shadow of the summer rain outside,

Waking me up easily

From a troubled sleep.

 

You wouldn’t know it at all….

Clear blue skies, a fine sunny day.

No traces of last night’s rain and hail

No puddles of rainwater.

They have vanished as stealthily as they arrived-

Unless you remember the heaviness yesterday held

And how you felt robbed of energy

And longed for the bed

And fell into a deep deep sleep

The moment you did.

 

No, surely you wouldn’t….

But if  you looked closer,

And saw that the black tarred road looks freshly washed

And the leaves all possess a special glow

A lilt in the air

New buds on the jasmine

Were they here yesterday?

New beginnings, new growth

A brand new carpet of grass.

Miniature dams and ridges by the walkway

Made of twigs and dry leaves and washed out earth.

 

Definitely not…

For yours is the sleep of the young

Deep, innocent and untroubled

No nightmares, nor dreams that you would remember in the morning

I heard you laugh out loud merrily

Playing with friends from other realms

In faraway planes of consciousness.

 

And when I tell you about last night

How the rumble of thunder woke me up

And of the drumbeat of  hailstones on the roof

And of how before the rain, the wind rose howling

And of the torrent from the skies which opened up

You yawn, and ask, Mummy, what thunderstorm?

And what is a hailstone? How does it look like?

I wish you had woken me up too.

 

But was I awake? Did it really rain? Or did I dream the whole thing up?

 

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3 thoughts on “You wouldn’t know……..

  1. KS Raju says:

    Hi Sylvia,

    There is an alacrity, there is an assuming preparedness when rain arrives. Nature prepares for welcoming rain in all the seasons.Do we ever notice the beauty, temperament ,variations in the manifestations of the rains thru the seasons of the years…

    There is every form of expressions all around before and after every rain.Rain ravages thru anger, cries for sadness,manifests her frustration, loneliness,grief,destruction on onehand and bless with abundance,cheer, soother and smoothness,life,bliss and power on the other hand. Rain brings happiness when it quenches the thirst of the rugged soil, lightens the hearts of distraught peasant by bringing green and life to the world.Green brings happiness, But, Alas,while it roars as downpours and swells the rivers and dams and flows down destroying anything and everything on her way and leveling the manmade frontiers, walls, roads,bridges and annihilates the egos of humans and equates every one .We feel our power as “ powerless” and pray for Mercy to Kali, the goddess in her angriest avatar or to Sankara, mightiest leveller of all obstructions we create to each other while galloping for the fortunes.Never ever we think.. life is too short and each of us has something to offer to others with out parting anything.. as a smile, a sweet wishing in the morning, or a hi.. or checking well being of each other… everyone is running after something!!

    When it rains gently cleansing the air, grass and vegetation, it brings smile and music to the surroundings.No wonder, why birds and cattle curiously look at the rains, listens to her music, to its harmony when it rains gently. No wonder, why, the birds sing in chores, sing- in melancholy, after every rain, after every wholesome rain, as it brightens the surrounding with freshness and odour with full of new life and energy..

    Was it not such a gentle summer rain with orchestrations of thunder and lightning you longed for in your troubled sleep? Or Was it only a dream. Or, was it an Illusion in the middle of a troubled sleep which was growong into a deep sleep towards the morning

    Can say, the rain, the rumbles of thunder and drum beats of hailstones were part of the Band accompanying the invited guest- the Summer Rain. It did not ravage, neither did it panick. It exalted every one, like it did wake you up from the dull sleep, like it did bless the leaves with their new glow and shine.. its water did wash everywhere before the sunshine arrived, it did quench the ponds, wells and their frogs and fishes. This summer made them special with this unexpected guest.The happiest being the Jasmine twig- you know why? It got many new buds..for its tomorrow blooms to smile at You and other passers-by.

    But , Why did not you wake up the son? After all.. He missed the novelty of the fresh morning after a gentle , sweet rain..

    Beautiful poetry—I loved reading it..which is more beautiful reading? Your prose or poetry? I will say.. now.. it is poetry 🙂
    Thank You
    Regds,
    KS

  2. Thank you Raju for stopping by. You have a wonderful way with words and a heart that reaches out to the beauty around you. Do write on topics which interest you. Without dreams to follow our spirit withers. Thanks again. 🙂

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