Rains are more beautiful in my home town


Rains are more beautiful in my home town.
the anticipation and wait
make it sweeter.
Over there it is relief, it is change
It is a new beginning.
It is the end of summer that saps
energy and life out of us.
The showers in wilderness
Downpours in concrete jungles
Mild drizzle in the mountains
Or lazy rain of the countryside
nothing of these are as spectacular as the rains
that flood my city and make our lives tough.
Yes, the rains are more beautiful in my home town,
Because when the rain comes down 
it brings memories of running to get wet 
with a blue plastic bag on our heads.
and because along with the scent my soil
Rises my past
When I believed that I can make my paper boats
Sail to the sea
And across to foreign shores.

Comments

subhashree said…
very beautiful.. i get reminded of the madras rains now... wen big mom would allow me to get wet in the first rain... :-)
September 10, 2011 at 1:08 AM
Saleema said…
Very Very Sweet Madan... :-)
September 10, 2011 at 1:55 AM
Madan Panathula said…
Thanks Subha and Saleema...
September 10, 2011 at 2:35 AM
Divya Bhaskaran said…
Cool.....i hav heard and read many describing rain in kerala and assam and bengal...... I never knew that someone could describe "chennai rain" so beautifully.......No doubt that you are head over heels in love with the city.........i enjoyed your lines maddy.....:-)
September 10, 2011 at 9:28 AM
Madan Panathula said…
DB it is not chennai's rain... It is rains of all our home towns :) Mixed with memories of our childhood...
September 10, 2011 at 9:30 AM
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