Rain Rain Go Away

It’s my 5-year-old sister mugging up a poem on an August afternoon. Suddenly winds picked up and the drizzle turned to rain. We looked at each other with Cheshire smiles which always is a sign of danger, but this time just meant that forgetting the rest of the world (mainly homework), we both raced outside to dance in the rain singing ‘Barson re Megha Megha(rain oh clouds).

Even in this aspect, we Indians have somehow inherited different spectacles from the rest of the world. While any Japanese, American, Filipino will see rain as grey clouds hovering over once sunny bright city shadowing everything and gloom spreading along with pneumonia; we will run outside and immerse ourselves in it, soaking every essence of rain, feel every raindrop dancing over us and a peace calm earthy feeling sweeping over us washing everything else away. 

For once we in the 21st century, my sister wearing a t-shirt and singing an English poem becomes our ancestor, maybe two maybe 20 maybe 200 generations back who were rejoicing and singing and cheering as clouds thundered with oncoming rain.

We came back to our homework an hour later with my sister requesting me to listen to her mugged up the poem with me feigning to be busy. 

Finally, I relented and she started “Rain Rain go away…… “.