Rainy night

It was a weary and tired night. And the trees had wilted. The birds were asleep, a tired day behind them. It was a silent, brooding night. The air hung heavy and encumbered. It suffocated and stifled my breath. The insects had forgotten to bounce off my netted windows. The mosquitoes had forgotten to sing. The lizard had been starving. And everybody rued.

Suddenly the sky growled and roared and lit up in flashes of lightning. In the middle of a dark dead night. The world came alive. With each flash i saw the stillness that gripped everything around me. The trees stood pensive, silhouetted against the dark inky skies. The houses stood solemn sheltering everyone who slept. And then the skies gave way. Chasing the oppresive heat away. The rain came down in torrents and the cool breeze flowed. In the middle of a summers night when all had slept. The rain came and gave birth to all. The ponds filled up and so did the puddles. The frogs croaked gleefully, in full throaty pleasure. The aroma of wet earth flooded the air.

In the middle of a summers night. The wet leaves glistened in the flashes of thunder. I ran out onto the terrace. The rain wet me, the breeze chilled me. The heat of the day was a fading image chased by the rainy night.