Rains.. Rains.. and More Rains.....

"Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day
We want to go outside and play
Come again some other day"

These lines are from the nursery rhyme that we all used to sing when we were kids. At that age rains used to fascinate us.It was an enchantress that used to keep us kids spellbounded.The fun and the frolic, the singing and dancing all was just great at times but over the years of growing up the spell seems to be falling apart.The childhood memories were of greenry and happiness aal around, we never knew that rains could be that devastating or leave apart rains our so pure heart could never take anything to be devastating and bad. The years since have passed by and over these years we have encountered a variety of seasons, but if you look in fact its the rainy season that always capture the imagination of the mortals.Its the rains that make the poet write, it forms a perfect backdrop for lovers, a mood setter for singers and composers, an exciting match for players and what not. It has all the things that are need to capture ones imagination and it does that with ease.

The romance with rain drops is impossible to be described in words its just eternal. But the romance seems to be passing over these recent years. With the changing weather cycle, due to various reasons, the rain god has started playing havoc.With the parts of counrty receiving unprecedented rainfall, people have started fearing rains.The desert has been flooded with water.The plains inundated, while the rainshadow areas submerged.And add to the woes of people, this havoc is not stopping.

All this has struck to me due to the fact that, that my own city has witnessed such fury of the rain god.Infact all it happened was just a short spell and a heavy downpour, taking with all the things and the belongings of the people, while they watched helplessly. It was a sad scene, when we watch our creations ( I say our creations as it was the result of our efforts) washing away, the memories of our past being gobbled by the flowing waters, who have got no sense of direction or path, it just knows how to flow and that too with fury. The elixir has turned into poison.

I just say, Oh! lord. Show us mercy.

P.s. I just wished that something could be done about this. We all should try to find some solution to avoid these flood. And all the departed souls R.I.P.