Singing in the Rain…

Posted by on Nov-28-2009

The first poem I ever wrote in my life is —

“Rain, rain, go away,
Come again some other day,
Little Freddy wants to play.

Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again.”

Mother Goose… yes, you are right. But I loved rain right from my child hood. It was fun releasing paper boats in the pond by the ‘Summer Palace’ (another guy I know who paper boats is Vinay. He eloquently spoke of going to the school in the rain.).

But my sister was afraid of rain. Not rain but the thunder and lightning that happens with it. Whenever lightning pierced through the French windows she closed her eyes and ears tight.

For a mariner there is another rhyme to sing when it’s raining.

“The rain is raining all around,
it falls on field and tree.
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.”

Man, that’s a sight when Heaven opens into the sea! Rain drops block your vision, you hear the thundering sound, the rhythm of rain.

I remember Raziya quoting Charlie Chaplin “I Love walking in the rain because Nobody can see me crying…”

In one voyage, when it was raining outside she recalled the first rain of the season, the fragrance from earth after the rain. We are all under the same rain.

What followed was her favorite lines.

Pablo Neruda saying that “we are made of earth and rain.”  and “In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”

Tagore saying that “the rain-water is running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who has run away from his mother to tease her.”

Kobayashi Issa’s Hiku-

“In spring rain
a pretty girl

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