#sweet summer

its started raining today
the first rains after the summer
This summer was different
i didn't have time to sit sulking for rain
or shake my fist at the old man in the sky
when i was younger i have begged for rain
with the panting drooping foliage
with the red roasted dried up earth of the paddy field


the first rains, i felt rained for me
foolishly thought someone heard my pleas
and the thunderstorm and lightning and
the incessant drumming on the tiled roof was all for me.
i wouldn't sleep that night,my terrace door half open
for i'd rather listen to the swishing of the heavy coconut heads
an angry earth appeased by a repentant lover

this year i enjoyed the sweat tricking down my back
for its been a decade since i sweated thus
and instead of cribbing about the heat
summer was more sweet watermelon on crushed ice,
and a thousand mangoes some eaten whole
i think i'll smell of mangoes all this year
summer was red chilles drying on the terrace floor
summer was coloured cotton sarees spread out for the sun.
summer was a blessed shower before bed.

its strange what life teaches us. to love sweat.
for now i think i value work above seasons.
we know that summers will come before rains
and it cant keep raining for ever.and hot summers
and all its wanting
and sweating and sleepless nights are nothing
if we can start to love summers
as much as the rains.and its never seasons that holds happiness
but what we did with them.