Monsoons

Ever had that moment where you are waiting with bated breath for the rains to begin? The sky is overcast with ominously grey clouds and lightning and thunder form a stark symphony of light and sound that complements the atmosphere. A heavy lull shrouds the air, a kind of suffocation that falls on the shoulders heightening the anticipation for the downpour. The moments drag on- each time slowing before the next tick deliberately as if testing the limits of your patience.
The trees seem glazed in their vibrant hues of green contrasting richly with the deep grayish streak of sky. Each leaf seems brilliantly bright as if covered with a gossamer veil while awaiting with bated breath the rupturing of sweet earthened moisture whose fragrance wafts in the still environs punctuating more deeply the wait. The soil lays absolutely still and there no hint of wind in the air. The confining silence is broken by bouts of thunder and lightning flashes in the tapestry lending a poignant touch to the scene. And then the heavens opened…
The rain, belched so long in the cotton cloaks of clouds rushes down in torrents to embrace the earth. The sight resembles a wash out- the greyness of the skies descends to the land enveloping the landscape while lightning and thunder make way for the soft whoosh of raindrops being inducted into the soil releasing the richness entrapped therein. The trees and plants are soaked in the torrents which gives them a bedraggles look. Pools and puddles form quickly form and the melodious chimes of water pouring rhythmically fill the silver silence. Sheets of water fall like a silken curtain obscuring the scenery- Monsoons, the wild temptress, has begun her tantrum once again