Green green grass of home

<div class="section1"><div class="Normal">Way past midnight.<br />Indra thundering across the firmament, sending dark cumulonimbus clouds scurrying towards the plateau stretched below.<br />The pitter-patter of rain.<br />Streaks of lightning, lasers of power crackling here, there, everywhere.<br />Incessant.<br />Vayu blowing softly, as Ratri seeks the light of Surya to hide from the mild storm.<br />It''s a symphony that even Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart would be hard-pressed to compose.<br />Too wonderful to shut out in the comforting embrace of sleep.<br />KPTCL choosing the moment to add black to darkness.<br />Humidity.Mosquitoes dive-bombing like Kamikaze fighters on a suicide mission.<br />Past four in the morning, Usha, loveliest and most luminous of the goddesses whips her long tresses, painting a sky reminiscent of the colours of Michael Angelo in the Sistine Chapel.<br />It''s Thursday.<br />The last rain drop splatters into one of a thousand puddles.<br />The breeze now has a tangy perfume to it.<br />From the leaves of the eucalyptus, scrubbed clean of grime and pollutants.<br />Elsewhere, there is the sharp note of the `karipatta'' (curry leaves). And everywhere, the lemony breath of wild grass.<br />Yeah, we are blessed, with showers from above.<br />Even as the Cauvery basin boils over with a million mutinies.<br />And Kaveri herself seeks the benediction of the rain god.<br />Here, we, in this wonderful city of ours, get to enjoy the birds thrill upon hundreds of trees.<br />Rejuvenating our tired spirits.<br />Creating mood music to put a lilt to our feet.<br />Renewing our faith in that great, big Circle of Life.<br />God''s in his heaven, all''s right in our part of the world.<br /><span style="" font-style:="" italic="">allenmendonca1@indiatimes.com</span></div> </div>