weather-be.

The perfect weather is always there, its us who are not upto appreciating it.

Autum Leaves

What does a perfect weather mean to me?

The perfect weather depends on the mood, though I am not very fond of the scorching heat.

Like waking at day break when the Usha (I like this poetic rendering from Usha suktam) spreads the pallu of her sari, inviting you to face the new day, before the orange warmth gradually turning more orange with the arrival of Aruna the charioteer of the Sun-God. The early morning cup of coffee shared with the chirping of the birds.

After nine months of drinking the earth’s water, Parjanaya heralds the down pour with thunder and lightning, the buzzing indragopa’s the blooming Ketaki this is another gift of the weather man.

The turbulent rains slowly give way to the new washed look of the earth. The stillness of Sharad. The thunder and lightning give way to the sparkling white of the lotus, the bright moon, the Kasa grass. Like Kalidasa refers to this as Sharad Vadhu or the golden bride of early winter.

In the place where I live each day the weather is perfect enough to weave its romance. It’s me who is not perfect enough at times to experience it.