singing in the rain~!

Rains make me poetic, I have to either write or atleast quote.....here's something that caught my fancy while browing on the Indian Summer Rain. Jeet Thayil, celebrated Indian American writer, brings out the sounds and flavours of a complex Indian rain. Heady visuals indeed.....
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Oyster-tongue, mangrove maw, the river's rawsour breath, its moist air encumbered with mud,mad with waiting, with grief, ready now to shedupwards its uncoiling of earth's dry dirt-thirst,ready to exhale the season's held-in vertigo,so every fur and scurry must pause in a poseof praises and prayer, as the safe-sided contours of Kerala blur to a dazed stillness before the chaos of wind;in the small rain something fierce stirs the river's grim, single-minded currents, furrowedby history's keel, trawled by the spinning sleepers fallen to its revolving arms - even the changefulriver knows this change will turn vast systems awry - then the true rain begins: random power,endowed with shower of bounty, whips wind,shreds vine, cracks bark, mangosteen, jackfruit,slaps the baby palm, uproots lemon and tapioca,flattens the cowering tufts of pineapple, then dousesthe world in torrents of self-cycled water, maddenedby sea-rhythm and pounding heartless thudfor unclocked hours, a constant torment of delugeslow on the green land, the river, the annihilated air- snakeholes flooded, monkey and woodpeckermute, cats made fearful, cattle clustered -the houses funnel a rush of worried water,water plumes through its own wet world, fiercein its dream of water, and water made flesh by water,a perfect craze of water, the mother of water,of water creatures born from the water in this line.
- Jeet Thayil