As the thick dark clouds loomed across the sky to make
visibility dimmer
The rain brought respite in the scorching summer simmer.
With the force of wind so strong that the branches broke off
the guava tree
The sound of the gusty weather tempted me to peep through
the window carefree.
The sudden deafening sound of the thunder revoked my plan as
I snuggled under my cottony quilt
With the main power supply cut off in our locality, the lightening
revealed the canals with piles of silt.
The candle illuminated the darkness in the house one a while
with the pitter-patter on the panes
The calculations pertaining to the speed and velocity of
light flickered in my memory lanes.
The asbestos sheet on the roof seemed like being subject to
stone pelting from the sky
There were familiar voices to heard outside while I opened
the widow half way facing the sky.
A chilly feel send goose-pimples as I maneuvered my arms out to feel the numbness
The white irregular pieces strewn in my garden were like
snowballs in the muddy, grassy wetness.
The rain has subsided, permission granted, I ventured into
my adventure game
At first in the pockets of my skirt and then a steel glass
helped store the milky chunks all tame.
I wasn’t the only one, but many in my neighborhood were as busy
as me with glee
While I held few white stones in my palms, I could feel the cold arresting
my arms, as it formed drops to flee.
Before the era when technology rules, the first feel of the icy
rain was truly blissful
As I perceived the hailstorm with joy , the
white ice stones still remain amazingly beautiful.
Note: This is a mini-series of my childhood and teen years in Jamshedpur through which I wish to share memorable tales of people, culture, food, festivals and lifestyle in the early 80's and 90's. I call it MyJampoTales. Photograph credit goes to Google Images/ Social Media. Thanks for stopping by, to read and rekindle your childhood memories as well.
