The summer
The night is over casted with rain soaked clouds. A short flashes of the lightening; let us see the dark clouds floating across the sky. It has not been long since there was a heavy rain earlier but for now the sky seems to have put on a halt. There are lot of frogs around , swimming in the puddle formed by the rain and mostly in the water-filled paddy fields. These frogs make so much of noises as though they would not get chance to croak from tomorrow. Except for them otherwise the night would have been very quiet.
Some say that the frogs in actual are singing to seek an attention of their partners. But somewhere afar their noise could have already awaken a sleeping snake or a wondering owl.
In a moment the rain starts its show , beating down on the road and on the fields. Pot holes on the road starts filling up forming multiple puddles while the Paddy fields are turned into a big lake. The water runs down the road creating a stream and carrying everything it could on its way. It drums on the roof of the hut then runs down like a waterfall .
The poor calf cries searching for her mother while the rest of the herd has settled down to munch their food. A pregnant goat has just delivered her kids under the summer rain amongst the grasses. In the morning we same to know it was a twin , one black another white. Bleating of the goat and the crying of the calves become inaudible with rains getting heavier. It’s left for the weather otherwise they have little or no choices. Poor unfortunate souls.
Towards the dawn the rain gets lesser and the sky gets clearer. The day is yet to open up but the shadow of the prayer flags on the edge of the field slowly flutter in the mild morning breeze. From the across the border a rooster crows to remind its owner to get up for another summer morning.
Some say that the frogs in actual are singing to seek an attention of their partners. But somewhere afar their noise could have already awaken a sleeping snake or a wondering owl.
In a moment the rain starts its show , beating down on the road and on the fields. Pot holes on the road starts filling up forming multiple puddles while the Paddy fields are turned into a big lake. The water runs down the road creating a stream and carrying everything it could on its way. It drums on the roof of the hut then runs down like a waterfall .
The poor calf cries searching for her mother while the rest of the herd has settled down to munch their food. A pregnant goat has just delivered her kids under the summer rain amongst the grasses. In the morning we same to know it was a twin , one black another white. Bleating of the goat and the crying of the calves become inaudible with rains getting heavier. It’s left for the weather otherwise they have little or no choices. Poor unfortunate souls.
Towards the dawn the rain gets lesser and the sky gets clearer. The day is yet to open up but the shadow of the prayer flags on the edge of the field slowly flutter in the mild morning breeze. From the across the border a rooster crows to remind its owner to get up for another summer morning.
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