Dawn broke out, as usual, but
nobody could catch a glimpse of a beam of light. The fiery sun was battling to
be shown as the dark clouds covered the whole sky; they had never retreated
since last morning. They were tirelessly pouring out drops of relief for the
thirsty earth. The once dry plot was drowned in the defeating showers; it
seemed as if it was written down in the scriptures that the fierce rain would
lead to victory over the barren land. For the first time, the damaged and worn
out tar roads beside my drenched home, were flooded with the waters of the
mighty rains.
Tiny frogs were welcoming their
season of joy, hopping and croaking merrily. Skinny but long snakes, were
skimming through the shallow waters. It was a perfect time for scrumptious
feasts indeed. Several meters away from home, a lake which was drained of
all its wealth for three years, was now brimming up to the top. I was delighted
to see it as it ought to be.
I, as would always do, was
admiring the beauty of the snow-white egrets, who had migrated over, and were
gathering in flocks in the fields a few feet away from my residence. These
enchanting birds, were happily gulping down all the little fish to their
heart’s content; they were destined to be in the birds’ mouths after all.
This breathtaking sight sure
did please me. ©
-Moneeshau M
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