A Pluviophile's diary.

 

Wet earth, a lingering chillness.

Steam from the coffee cup taking flight: visibly evident.

The outer of the coffee cup gives you temporary warmth:

Hands tightly wrapped around the mug, brought closer to the face,

Only to catch a glimpse of the fleeting steam.

Smells of all kinds last longer:

The chillness working as an air conditioner.

The clock is useless and the Sun is elusive.

Early mornings and afternoons - alike.

Every hour of the day looks the same:

Enveloped in clouds - one shower after another.

Ilayaraja's music becomes more 'earwormy' now.

Tiptoeing to avoid a fall - slippery surfaces everywhere.

Clotheslines, embellished with rain decor

The Sun plays hide and seek:

Saying, “Catch me if you can!”

"I need some rest too: let it be cloud play for you!"

Piles of clothes lazily waiting to be washed and dried.

Hot food turning cold in minutes.

The heat of the first grain of rice on the plate doesn’t burn your hands or throat. 

You’re looking for every possible outlet for some warmth.

Rain sound: day in and day out.

With different degrees of rain speed.

The Moon chooses to take a break too!

The nights, pregnant with the sound of cricket.

Falling asleep is easier with this noise: you have nature’s company!

Waking up again, only to see another rain-laden morning:

Kerala: you beauty, during the monsoon.