This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Rain“.
I grew up with rains, lots of it, about seventy inches in average a year. Monsoon, thunder and lightning. Sound of raindrops drumming on the rooftop. Hot, humid summers cooled down by a sudden downpour. Flash floods and muddy roads, swift flowing rivers, overflowing drains. And the place with most rain, Mawsynram, four hundred seventy inches of it, is about sixty miles away from the city I grew up.
Now I live in place with hardly any rain, just an average of fifteen inches a year and that too in winter. Last few years we had much less than fifteen inches, with about eight inches in 2015 and about four inches in 2013. So as you can imagine many a times we play hide and seek with rain clouds and we get deceived. Today is such a day, the sky is gray, the day is cloudy and there is just a nine percent chance of rain. From experience I know it is not going to rain. Here is a photo of grey sky today pregnant with the promise of rain that will turn out to be deceiving. Couple of months back I had posted a poem, Flirtatious Rain Clouds , on this topic.
Sun fighting a losing battle with the clouds but chances of rain is minimal.
But there is always hope and what is hope if not that elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And where would be a rainbow without rain.
Fleeting Muse 