Ís it truly the sound of cold rain showers?´
´Yes, Indeed, my child´, exclaimed Grandpa
´Yippppeeee!´, I cried
As I spread my giant wings into the air,
Flying and landing to smooth grounding into the kitchen.
Only to find Mommy,
Chopping up some colourful vegetables
For a warm and toasty ´Pav Bhaji´ Dinner.
Sprung up a few cumin seeds
Lending a thick aromatic fragrance to the musty air
As they danced their way
Out of the kitchen window.
As she walked into the kitchen
In her cheery white and bright pink Salwar.
´Let´s go out and have some fun while it lasts.´
Slipping into my cotton petticoat
And Hawaii Chappals,
I hold Grandpa´s fingers
As all of us head out the door
Into the natural outdoors.
Warmly greeted by the fresh earthy smell
Brought in by the first April showers
Nothing has made the city of Hyderabad
Glow in its natural lustre and beauty
Ever like this before
For a while in a long, long time.
What a wonderful respite from the fiery heat!
What a wonderful way to celebrate,
By Dancing in the Rain.
Nothing so magical like,
Jumping with abandon gay,
In the puddles with my girlfriend,
And getting wet and dancing like no one´s watching,
Except for my sweet loving family,
And the silver lined clouds and that faint rainbow,
As our privileged spectators,
Cheering us on as we sway our soaking wet bodies,
To the Jhankar beats of the musical raindrops.
Here comes the first April showers!
(A first time experience of playing in the rain as seen from a child´s eyes)