I wish it would rain
It’s not just a 90s song - oooh, yes, I wish it would rain now. Rain down on me now.
It’s been warm, despite the rains this June in Delhi, and it has me wishing for a deluge.
It’s also not just the heat that has been oppressive, it’s the climate, the political climate, and you wish not just for a change in season, but a change in climate, a revolution.
But doesn’t a revolution take you back to the start, isn’t that what it is to revolve around the sun, to revolve around one’s own axis. It is to come back to the start.
But I want a rain-soaked start, I want everything to happen at once, a chorus of birdsong and music, a summer of loving and rancour, and then I want it to be over. I want world peace. I want new rules around greed and violence. I want it to stop. I want something from the skies to come down make the earth come to a grinding halt. This cannot go on. Stop in your tracks. Look at what lies ahead of you, every puddle, every footstep, and wait.
Tread carefully. That puddle may be too big, that floor too slippery. Test every step with a stick, stick humbly close to the ground and you will not slip. And if the water is too deep, just keep swimming, call for help, and look for the shore.
I don’t just wish for rain. I wish for a deluge. Water to wash clean all our chalk marks on the slate. A fresh new start.
The cool touch of water baptising your forehead, promising everything is pure once again. You may start.
The dance of the peacock, the dance of lovers in the rain, sinless, pure love. You may start.
The city at a standstill, a waterlogged roadblock, time to pause, to reflect. You may start.
Once again. The season is here, where you once started, you may start again, one drop promises another, you may start.
Yes. Thank you for writing this Chitra