Summer virtually stoked us
forcing us to pray to
Rain God for monsoon to
set in soon.
The meteorologists forecast
a late monsoon which
drowned our spirits.
Our parched throats and sweating bodies
under the hot sun
gifted us sleepless nights.
Unexpectedly the
sky broke out one day
and cold, heavy
rain drops continuously fell upon
us and bathed the earth
and wiped away the remnants of heat
which thrilled us.
Our minds
made us dance like
a peacocks.
The torrential rain
lasted for five successive days
and the meteorologists
predicted heavy downpour
for a prolonged period.
Contrary to the predictions
of the meteorologists,
the sun once again made
his appearance.
With renewed vigour he started
casting hot spell once again
forcing us to be
awashed with sweat once more.
Meteorologists discovered
new reasons and explained
where and why the parameters went
wrong but there were no
takers for their explanations.
‘Like astrologers like
meteorologists’ - we told ourselves
sarcastically.
Their late monsoon prediction
turning out early monsoon
the prolonged downpour
predictions coming to
an abrupt end
we found climate cycles
nowadays depend upon
nobody’s calculations or predictions
like fluctuating menstruation cycles of
certain ladies.
Those good old days
gone forever because
of our own undoing.
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