That's how the Kolkata sky looked at least for an hour this afternoon, and I loved it. The above pic is one of the five I clicked fast with dad's cellphone-cam.
We sure needed a lowering of temperatures... Its raining as I type this post, and my heart flutters with joy as I hear the rain land on the city streets, wetting all its dirt and muck and cooling us down... The breeze is making my hair fly all around my face, as bits of spray hit my back. It was fun to watch maa closing the windows to keep the raindrops from wetting the beds, but I opened them again. Am sure the beds would have loved to get wet too, if they were alive :)
These are the times when I feel that there's no evil in this world, everything is as beautiful and serene as the pure raindrops, and everything is as beautifully transient and repetitive as the different phases of nature...
These are the times when I don't need angry or speculative poetry...
Nature is what it is, and one just needs one's straight simple words to describe it...
I love nor'westers, they are as beautiful as anything that brings a welcome change - just like the first flowers of spring, the first warm ray after winter, or the first droplets that signal the arrival of the monsoons...
