For miles i could see the rain and it's tango with the breeze.. Veiled in heavily Layered Sheets..
Filtering teasing Glimpses of varying silhouettes that lure with intrigue.. the fog embraces the hills under a thick blanket rising leaving deepening hues behind..
Revealing Tiny Droplets of water swinging on flowers in glee..
Clouds lie suspended in stupefied adulation..
Unconscious of the strong buffeting winds. Rooted..
Till that last glimpse..
Birds fly home.. Some sitting on wires enjoying the peace and a last tete a tete before sleep..
The wind howls in angry protest for none can hear the breeze.. Pushing and shoving and hitting all in its way. Attuning every sense to its angry protests.. Tired of remaining invisible unseen. It twirls sheets of rain into whirlpools of mayhem.. Racing heartbeats witness this grandeur. What eyes can grasp only in aftermath..
Bending Nature to its will.. leaving glorious impressions of its physical presence.
The sky thunders in celebration streaking lightning invites to a rain dance.. Tiny drops full of mirthful pitter-patter race to radiate added touch-ups.. The breeze goes wild in an impromptu Terpsichore... Swinging constant partners for who can resist its flow.. A coy Nature struts in lush splashes of color.. Refreshingly flushed and dewy... Driving myriad hearts astray.. The sea goes into a tizzy.. For the clouds have changed its wardrobe to varying shades of grays..
got up to a darkened sky and constant downpour. Where you could see nothing for huge distances.. Love this weather.. Which overwhelms completely. The more i try to take it all in. The huger it feels.. The torrential downpour, the darkening sly. The ecstatic sea. Like some celestial foreplay resulting in a cleansing of everything it touched.. Felt.. Caressed.. Drenched.. The birds hiding in quiet shelters. Silent spectators of this joyous mating..
Took my coffee to the seaside.. It was awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. And i loved every moment of it.. Walking on the parapet for the first time ever.. Watching the waves crash into the rocks.. Pale yet determined.. A silent duel trying to wear each other off.. Tiny pellets of raindrops defiant derisive of containing the sea into any boundaries.. everything and everyone drenched in its cascading touches, Fleeting.. Assailing.. Uplifting.
Went for a walk enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin and hair. Senses enamoured.. overflowing Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in.. Into that one single moment. And all i could feel was mute spellbinding ecstasy. Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see.
There is a strange mesmeric music in the sound of the rain.. The waves lapping against the rocks.The sound of water falling from a great height, Or flowing over rocks.. And each note different, unique.. Entrancing. A divine orchestra of natural instruments. Averring music is there in every atom every pore, to which the elements dance in seamless synchronicity..
The clouds darkening with unnamed emotions as they seemingly meet the lit up sea across the horizon. Could see the path of light coming down from the skies.. Who do they make way for in such a ceremonious way.. It is almost impossible to grasp such beauty even for a moment.. Leaves your heart bursting with a desperate need to expand and encompass.
I wonder sometimes why we need to get away from time to time. Even though it is to the same places. Is it the Weather. Or break from routine.. Relaxation. Or just escapism. Cant we break the conditioning and have a similar holiday at home.. The day the weather is beautiful. Take it as a holiday. Go on a long drive. Have relaxing prolonged tea watching the rain.. Have dinner in the balcony amidst lamps or candles. Or a picnic on a terrace.. Watch movies.. Play games.. Do sight seeing or shopping.. Rediscover the place you live in. After all the weekend destinations are also the same each time. Why is This conditioning so hard to break.
ITS STILL NOT RAINING.. THE SKY A CLEAR BLUE.. HOW CLEAR THE SOUNDS OF BIRDS IN THE MORNING HOURS AND DURING THE DAY TRAFFIC SOUNDS DROWN OUT EVERYTHING ELSE.. CAN STILL HEAR INTERMITTENT CHIRPS.. AND SO WANT TO TRAIN MY EARS TO DROWN OUT THE TRAFFIC SOUNDS INSTEAD.. WHO TEACHES THESE BIRDS ANYTHING.. THEY HAVE TO SPREAD THEIR OWN WINGS AND LEARN TO FLY.. SENSING THE WEATHER.. ANY DANGER..BUILDING SHELTER.. KNOWING THE DIRECTIONS THEY NEED TO FLY SEASONALLY.. WOULD WE TOO UNDERSTAND AND SENSE MUCH MORE IF WE COULD SHUT OUT THE NOISE. DO WE ALL COME NATURALLY EQUIPPED WITH THE SENSE AND ABILITY TO SURVIVE.. LOOK AT ALL THESE BIRDS INSECTS AND ANIMALS.. NATURALLY ADAPTING TO EVERY SEASON.
sea a deep grey. Softly rippling waves trembling across its expanse as if at once impatient and excited to dance with the impending drops soon to reach home.
The weather is stupendous. Really overcast with a light drizzle, The sea a dark, crestfallen grey.. As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade -And the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue. Flitting hues of indecision.. And bittersweet parting..
THESE TINY WHORLS OVER THE SEA LIKE INVOLUNTARY FRISSONS OF EMOTION CAUSED BY FLEETING TOUCHES OF THE WIND. THESE BIRDS SITTING AROUND IN SHARED COMPANIONSHIP REJOICING IN THE MOMENT.. SIPPING TINY DROPS OF WATER ON THE GROUND.. THE RAIN LEAVING A WET SPARKLING SHEEN EVERYWHERE, DROPS OF WATER CLINGING TO THE GLASS IN MYRIAD DESIGNS VYING FOR NOTHING BUT TO REALISE THEIR OWN IDENTITY, REFLECTING VARYING TRUTHS WITHIN EACH EYE..
The ripples have intensified. Fluid patterns awaiting, embracing the seamless drizzle wordlessly lost in this mating dance. To a pulsing music beating soundlessly within. The clouds thumping like beating drums, As if in celebration of this homecoming- The sea-rising in waves of gratitude.. And smiling froth. The cool breeze unveiling for this joyous occasion. Running free and amok. With its invitation to one and all. A sensual opera thats free magical and intoxicating.
Birds happily chirp amidst free falls and flying antics.. Playfully showing off or racing each other freely across the skies.. The parrots scream the loudest aping us.. Deserving show-offs, with those dazzling stunning designer shades of green and shaming the brightest lipstick colors of red.. Crows and ravens just might be the bird police in disguise.. Keeping an eye on everything and everyone around.. Ignored…. Dismissive.. And shunned.. The pigeons and the sparrows suitably camouflaged.. Former harbingers of peace.. And fed so openly in droves as such. And the latter, babies of the family, flitter around hopping here and there.. Cutely part of the scenery, but never a part of adult affairs.. The mynah and cuckoo rarely seen, make their presence felt with ethereally plaintive love songs painfully soothing uplifting joyous.
