a scorching day,
perspiration more than needed,
respiration almost impossible
living almost impossible
not a single leave stirred.
evening reaches, clouds gather,
dark, pitch black cloud rush in,
in a jiffy they cover the heavens,
with them they bring storm, thunder,
lightning flashes, thunders roll.
trees ache to lie down to ground
to escape pummeling of crazy gusts,
sometimes a splatter of hail
squealing kids run outside
gather under the mango trees.
Running hither and thither,
counting their green booties,
oh those tangy, sour mangos!
they return with kalbaisakhis,
so what if we no longer run to trees!
A poem by suzi in her poetry blog http://suzicatepoetry.wordpress.com/ brought back the memories of childhood days. I never ate mangos but loved collecting them. Kalbaisakhi meant rushing out of the home and gathering the mangos ripped away by the vicious winds.
Kalbaisakhi is a storm that forms in the month of baisakh- the first month of bengali/ hindu calendar; that starts in mid april and ends in mid may.
This storm’s name roughly translates to deadly storms of baisakh- when the earth was not covered with skyscrapers, the ground was a little freer this storm used to cause havoc due to very high speed winds.
These storms have almost disappeared these days, causing a lot of tension for the environment experts.
Even twenty years back they were as regular as daily routine. Atleast ten of them showed up every year. Now they are rare visitors.