LETTER TO RAIN

Place: Northern Hemisphere

New Delhi, India

Time of the year: 17 Sept 2012

Season: Autumn

 

 

Dear Mr. Rain,

I know you are extremely busy these days but I’m addressing a subject of extreme importance here and I hope you’ll pay attention.

A few months back our country was staring at the worst possible draught in history because you happened to get delayed in the traffic over the southern seas. Prices of all goods including our treats skyrocketed. Everyone was talking about the sorry state of the economy and dreading further damage. Farmers in the far off villages were terrified they would have to sell off their livestock and land and head for the cities in search of livelihood.

And then, you arrived!

In just a few months, with all your exuberance and enthusiasm typical of an Indian monsoon, you set things right. The grass turned greener, the pastures fuller, the dust settled (literally) and we could see the emerging dawn!

Everyone was grateful to you for bringing the country out of a certain economic doomsday. We all relaxed and began enjoying the soft, wet grass, the fresh air and talked of nothing else but the amazingly beautiful monsoon season.

Even I, Shadow, who unlike my siblings Ginger and Buddy is not a water dog enjoyed getting wet and muddy.

 

 

 

 

 

But of late, I’m beginning to wonder if you are taking this hearty welcome a tad too …errr…seriously.

If you haven’t noticed, it is mid September now. In the northern hemisphere it means the beginning of Autumn.

Though I have experienced just two Autumns in my life yet, I know for sure this is not the time you’re supposed to be around. At least not so exuberantly and full of purpose! .

I think it’s time you come to terms with the fact that you are overstaying your welcome.

 

Look what you did the other day!

You flooded half of our city, held up traffic (Well, yes. I do agree it’s not all your fault and the Public works department need to work on improving the sidewalks but your being there exuberantly filling up the drains beyond capacity didn’t really help) and uprooted many trees (OK, that was your friend the Wind but then again, he couldn’t have been so unbeaten without your help!)

 

I do not even want to discuss the way you ravaged our beautiful easterly state, Assam. What is it that you have against Assam anyway? I mean, do you have to overfill the mighty Brahmaputra river and make it wash away everything? It is already mighty, if you remember?

So many lives lost, so many homeless, priceless animals in National Parks, dead…it deeply pains me….

 

And have you forgotten all about Jaipur?

Yes, Jaipur the capital city of our neighboring state, Rajasthan. Wasn’t it you who poured incessantly the other day like you’ve never before done in the past decade? Those poor, unprepared people in that peaceful city were stranded without vehicles and even a proper road to walk on for days just because you had to prove yourself.

 

You have made your point. I absolutely agree that you are powerful enough to make or mar the economy of a country (at least till a dim-witted Government keeps depending on nature to determine it’s fate).

At a personal level, I also heartily appreciate that you made our parks greener and the grass softer but you see, it is time for you to move on.

I am no longer amused by the puddles you make right in the middle of the park and how everything is just too wet all the time.

I am not a water dog and unlike my sister Ginger and my brother Buddy who turns super silly at the sight of the smallest collection of water, I get very distressed. I can’t enjoy my walk and am often forced to take refuge on a bench and wait out the time while everyone around seems to enjoy the water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Also I do not appreciate that the mud sticks to me each time I go out so I need to have a bath ever so often so I can cuddle on the furniture later.

I do hope you understand my predicament.

 

Please understand that it’s time you get your priorities right. We do not need you here any longer but I’m sure you’d be more than welcome somewhere out there in the Southern hemisphere where drier pastures and hot, panting dogs are awaiting you.

Isn’t it always better to be someplace you’re wanted and valued?

 

 

Adieus,

Shadow

 

 

 

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