Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Some kind of a precipitation

The vertical lines shining on everything that it falls on…It’s a marvel… An eccentricity that is parallel to none – An eccentricity that would doom some day, somewhere in the name of storms and hurricanes and a whole lot of nomenclature to be attributed by the human kind to the moods of nature - An eccentricity that also fulfills the prayers of many by bringing moisture to the much needed barren lands somewhere. Humans would brief it up as a catastrophe when it is beyond their limits to sustain nature’s gesticulations. They call it as nature’s fury. Fury it is, from a perspective when it is unfathomable to us.

But rain is nature’s prudent way of cleansing its components. It has its own charm – a charm that is complemented with a music that would be heard on actuating your senses towards it. A vision synchronized with music – A symphony at last, which is never disturbed. Times have gone by and times would witness the same eccentricity of nature. But the melancholy is never to be ignored as the passive nature is explicitly conveyed in this form of precipitation. Well, it is the antonym of the fury, which is feared and somewhere respected too. For Starters – you are enchanted with a unique aroma that mankind is yet to replicate. This is followed by a few drops of chilly irrigate, that makes you feel blessed - a touch that confirms the strong hands of nature with a feeble gesture of restraint and conviction. Then is a perennial flow of water precipitated from altitudes unseen that are only grazed by the humungous mounds of sands and rocks. Man lives everywhere on the planet. He can touch these sources of precipitation (Clouds) when required and feel contended to be among them. He can fly over them to see how they sliver each other when they transition themselves to different states of matter. Or he could be down here with me in the ultimate state of affairs, before the recycling begins. The orchestra is an unforgettable event with a concluding moment which brings in an undefined ecstasy. The mellowing down of tunes, which is well harmonized with the cool waft, brings in the feeling of a euphoric finale. The finale doesn’t actually culminate, as there would be a prelude of the event somewhere again.

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