The clouds had been gathering since ages. Gathering , dispersing , congealing , scattering away.Like so many politicians , never coming to consensus , as to rain or not.
One fine morning , while the breeze said hello to the ficus treetops, and a dry palm leaf slid to the ground with much fanfare , and noise, a giant plop hit the ground, and sizzled on the baked earth.
Then another, and more followed , soon other , smaller, sharper, and faster drops took over and beat a tattoo on the ground .
Hissing and steaming , the earth soaked up the sky’s bounty, in a cloud of vapor .
The sky rejoiced , with a resounding thunderclap and the clouds burst open.
Flooding the vegetable patch in a trice .
The fields , waiting , with last season’s dry stubble disappeared beneath a sea of bubbling , churning , frothy, glorious , rainwater.Dry grass , like carcass, floated up on the surface
Then one saw it .
You actually had to strain your eyes .
The grey-black-brown scales , now glinting , now gone ; slithering joyfully , amongst the floating straw.
A zigzag of a movement, a chimera, now here, now gone , merging with the rain beaten water surface , submerged , yet just about floating.
Every drop it would catch on its body, would kick it into water, yet it would emerge , a few centimetres away, swishing amongst the muddy froth.
Seconds later, unseen , unheard, an eagle swooped in from a still-raining sky and flew away, the snake squirming futilely , in its talons.
One fine morning , while the breeze said hello to the ficus treetops, and a dry palm leaf slid to the ground with much fanfare , and noise, a giant plop hit the ground, and sizzled on the baked earth.
Then another, and more followed , soon other , smaller, sharper, and faster drops took over and beat a tattoo on the ground .
Hissing and steaming , the earth soaked up the sky’s bounty, in a cloud of vapor .
The sky rejoiced , with a resounding thunderclap and the clouds burst open.
Flooding the vegetable patch in a trice .
The fields , waiting , with last season’s dry stubble disappeared beneath a sea of bubbling , churning , frothy, glorious , rainwater.Dry grass , like carcass, floated up on the surface
Then one saw it .
You actually had to strain your eyes .
The grey-black-brown scales , now glinting , now gone ; slithering joyfully , amongst the floating straw.
A zigzag of a movement, a chimera, now here, now gone , merging with the rain beaten water surface , submerged , yet just about floating.
Every drop it would catch on its body, would kick it into water, yet it would emerge , a few centimetres away, swishing amongst the muddy froth.
Seconds later, unseen , unheard, an eagle swooped in from a still-raining sky and flew away, the snake squirming futilely , in its talons.
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