The temperature in Palakkad district of Kerala is hovering excessive, however the heavy summer season showers supplied nice aid. When the parched earth will get the primary rain, there arises a odor. I don’t suppose there may be anyone who doesn’t just like the odor. And when the monsoon begins, the rain has no odor however solely music and magic. Inside days, the rain breathes new life to the summer-ravaged vegetation. The creepers and the thickets seem from nowhere. The bushes and vegetation get renewed power, foliage and wonder. What magic! With a sudden contact, the rain performs myriad wonders.
The frogs and the innumerable bugs rejoice the rain with their unending orchestra. Plainly the croak of the frogs is the excellent tune of this orchestra and the shrill sound of bugs takes the subsequent place. The rain has its personal music and it conjures up the frogs and different bugs to return forth with theirs. The drizzling rain has its light, gentle and slow-pitched music; the pouring rain has its brisk and fast-pitched music; the torrential rain has its fearful music and the sound of the accompanying wind, thunder and lightning makes it superior.
Even when the torrential rain is fearsome, at night time it’s a lullaby which no different music can present us. If there may be pouring rain within the early morning, no youngster likes to come up and go to highschool. They like to lie lazily underneath the blanket and take heed to the music of the rain.
In my childhood, we’ve had many spacious open locations in our village. Essentially the most spacious of them have been stage plains or meadows, little hillocks and rocks stuffed with palms and large mango bushes and it was intermingled with clusters of bamboo. It was each our playground and the grazing floor of our cattle. The grassland was the habitat of many birds, together with lapwings. To see this stunning place at midnight in opposition to the background of a full moon and star-decked sky is an expertise that may’t be described in phrases. The moonlight which falls on the palm leaves will make them silver-coated. The light breeze would assist the leaves create a mesmerising music. No man-made music appeared to me as candy as this music of the weather. The lengthy shadows of the palm bushes, the moonlit shade of the bamboo clusters, the occasional hooting of the owls, the sound their wings make once they fly, the howling of the foxes, and the chirping of the lapwings create a beautiful symphony that captivates us and helps, as Keats says in his immortal Ode to a Nightingale, to “depart the world unseen” and “fade far-off, dissolve, and fairly overlook… the weariness, the fever, and the fret” of the human world the place “to suppose is to be stuffed with sorrow/And leaden-eyed despairs”.
And to see this place when it rains was additionally an ecstatic expertise. The sound of the rain falling on the palm leaves, the swinging of the bamboos within the wind and its sound, the bowing down of the rain-drenched bamboo tops, and the clearly seen slanting raindrops everywhere in the meadows used to captivate and thrill me.
One of many many wonders the rain used to carry out in my village was to fill the fields with sufficient water to be ploughed for paddy transplantation. The ploughs could be tied to the yokes and when the pairs of oxen have been made to maneuver slicing open the fertile soil with the plough, there would prevail the odor of the soil which a farmer loves greater than his life. Rain was the lifeblood of the farmer who liked paddy cultivation. And we the kids weren’t afraid of the rain — whether or not it was drizzling or pouring. We used to play within the drizzle, in pouring rain and within the fearsome downpour with thunder and lightning. We have been farmers’ kids and the rain by no means made us sick.
Sustainable cultivation in my village was compelled to present technique to money crops and actual property enterprise. And our natural relationship with the soil, rain and Nature has been snapped. We don’t permit our youngsters to play within the rain, as a result of the rain will make them sick. Previously, the rain was part of our life, now it’s not.
Kids as we speak don’t see how paddy is sown, the way it sprouts, how paddy stalks come out of the vegetation, how it’s harvested, how it’s threshed. They see the rice, however they don’t know from the place it comes and the way it comes. They solely know that it’s purchased they usually suppose something might be purchased if in case you have money. They don’t know that we will purchase the rice provided that any person produces it, solely whether it is cultivated, provided that there are farmers.