Life's monsoon musings

It had rained all day. The clouds yelled, pointed pointy shards of thunder at me, accusing me of things, pointing fingers. Elsewhere molten lava bled from huge caverns. Smoke engulfed the place even as water poured onto the boiling blister-like volcano hissing it down into a cold smoulder.

The ground shook as thunder struck, sending tumultuous tremors around. The rains were turmoil a while ago. Though it ceased to drizzles, it continued to send spasms of sparks, threatening to crack open yet another rain-cloud tsunami.

The system of raining is very hidey. It starts pouring in the north and then it heads southwards. It goes on and on. It continues to move on unless it is met with something like a dam. It also depends upon how strong the dam is. Some dams can hold tell mighty rivers to behave themselves. Some others act like Don- feigning power first, and then turning pesky, meek, uncouth and unfaithful. Such dams can only control big rivers for sometime. As the thunderstorm rages, the strength of the river increases. Rainwater adds to it. The lunch break is over. There are cracks in the damned dam wall. They stand cracked like pursed lips, held together not to let go.

It’s over. The dam is broken. Water gushes out, forcing things out of its way. It is mad with rage, angry at nothing particular. It is suicidal. It is a tidal wave hiding a suicide bomber’s coat inside its womb. It cannot stop at will. It is being forced to flow. It cannot help it. But it is actually good. It must flow. It must break barriers and bunds and emerge victorious and stand on the podium, not the third or the second place. There’ll be two first places and the rain god and goddess will stand there, watching all the rain that they made and all the dams they had broken together. And then the priest referee will come and so will all the audience. They’ll bow down together and the audience and the referee will garland with a golden medal- a medal for their bravery and for winning and for blah blah..

I had been watching all of this from my window. Then I had to go into the other room to look for a handkerchief.