The Monsoon, b. Him, c Shail-in-the-garden

My FB and blogger friend Shail Mohan, lives in Trivandrum, Kerala (India's Southernmost state), that gets the honor every single year of being the first to welcome the Southwest Monsoon .

This year it was a bit late. Naturally, when it actually made landfall , she was out there in her garden , clicking the reactions of the greenery. You can see  the entire gamut of reactions, here.

This amazing click by Shail, besides being eminently prizeworthy, actually made me think about Someone Powerful and Omnipresent Up There.....

(Photo by Shail Mohan) 

Immense and extravagant
scapularity**
and
with clavicles**
to carry the world,
He sits,
alert and observant,
holding the monsoons
in his palms
miraculously
against gravity,
as only He can....

There has been so much
sin,
killing ,
cheating
destruction,
and disrespect
in His name,
that he wonders
if they deserve
to have a good monsoon.

And then he hears
the clouds clamouring,
unable to bear the weight
of the expectations;
the man in the fields,
sitting on his haunches,
looking up,
unable to look at the drying crop,
and
so many ordinary folks
who trudge miles
to drink the water
from wells He fills up
every year.

Loud thunder,
the wind in a whoosh,
he straightens the arm
to sweep the rain
for a six,
as a lady in Trivandrum,
who's been secretly
clicking him,
rushes out
to take a happy monsoon catch.

The Monsoon, b. Him, c Shail....

:-))


** shoulder muscles