Storm in a teacup

The overcast sky in the capital sulks the evening away, while cricket freaks bite off their fingernails inside
The overcast sky in the capital sulks the evening away, while cricket freaks bite off their fingernails inside

You never know when a storm can brew up in the capital. It may have well been a sunny day, with you actually needing to roll up your sleeves. Come evening and you were sitting indoors planning a nice walk followed by a dinner or something, and voila! you venture out only to find the sky all overcast with scary looking clouds.

Worse, it doesn’t rain. The dust blows up into a hideous mass and leaves scatter everywhere; thunder rumbles with all the might in his sound-production kitty – but the floor of your terrace remains dry. No rain.

A couple walks in the dusty breeze. They are hand in hand, probably new to love. The girl looks up at the saturnine sky as the guy draws her closer. You needn’t bother with storms anymore sweetheart, his eyes speak to her. They are interrupted with a crowd of raucous “corporation-school” children (read: government school) who have sticks in their hands and books sneaking out of torn bags. Storms don’t deter them on their lemon plucking and rock pelting mission. They do just fine.

A whiff of wet air tickles the nostrils. Sensations come alive, the song on the lips is now a cheery one. When it rains, the flowers will be pleased. The dust will give way to lovely, wet skies and every rain drop will do its bit in writing a loved one’s name on the window shade. The evening will transform from a morose, ugly customer to a paramour, lending the night a shade of rich romance.

The road lies mostly silent, the houses lining it teeming with people glued to their cricket-playing television sets. The littered foliage lies in eager wait, hoping to erase some of its grime with delicious rainwater.

It does not rain.

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38 thoughts on “Storm in a teacup”

        1. Wow, I wish we have a thunderstorm soon. They are beautiful in a way.
          You’re so right about the hair dryer part… :( when will Delhi learn it’s not good manners snatching the last drop of moisture from the air?

  1. So beautifully written! :) I was desperately waiting for the rain too.. begging imploring. but no. all it did was tantalize and disappear.

  2. over here in blore too, the sky clouded up, dusty winds roared about and a few teeny weeny droplets of rain fell from the heavens for a while. then all was calm and silent. the only sounds to be heard were hooting, whistling, clapping, howling and the like :D Oh, did i say “calm”? :D i said “silent” too!? :-o

    1. So you at least had some teeny weeny droplets come your way. We only had a dust storm. :(
      Ha ha ha those were indeed the sounds all over India that evening… I am glad they didn’t go waste. :D

  3. Well, I can imagine your condition Deboshree…. I rainy spell is always welcome in Delhi during the summer season….. I hope the rain Gods will shower their blessings on you soon :D And yes.. We won the World Cup… so that should take your mind off the Delhi heat for a while :D

    1. Totally Chhavi. I am already dreading the summer heat the capital will brew up.
      But yep, the World Cup win was all encompassing and overpowering for a while… congratulations! :D

  4. It might not have rained at your end, but you sure would have loved the shower of joy world cup final brought your way :P :P
    Loved the sweet tale that you spun around the weather at your end :D :D

    1. Oh sure CB… that was a delightful shower and it drenched us all. :D
      Glad you liked the stormy tale… lets hope it goes on to a rainy end soon sometime. :D

  5. oh, it didn’t rain? :-o it certainly seemed like it would, I tht through your words, that was where it was leading ;) It rained here too, not a heavy storm, but a continuous drizzle for awhile..! Maybe sometime soon, your area will get it :D

    1. Lucky you. I didn’t rain at all here though the air sure looked full of lovely rain drops. :( I am waiting – albeit a little impatiently – for a good drizzle to come this way.

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