Today the NaPoWriMo Day 19 challenge is to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.
The days of the monsoon and grey skies brings back vivid memories of my school days. This is one such incident from the days when I was in the middle school.
One Monday morning as I walked to school the sun kept playing hide and seek under the light clouds that came with the soft summer breeze. Mundane Monday was here again and as usual the weekend looked so far away. We were in our classes and it was almost noon and we started with our next chapter from Wuthering Heights .
Slowly as the light clouds turned dark – I lost interest in my book completely by now. Month of July is also the month of monsoon in India. By now the teacher had to switch on the lights in the class to improve visibility. The sky was now dark and grey due to the overcast. Never before today the lights in the class were used as the day slowly turned to look like night.
I could hear the hurling of the clouds, not an inch of sky was visible now. I saw everything in the classroom in a new light today. The whole class looked so wonderfully different that day the tables , chairs, walls the black board, my friends , my teacher … It was such a different day today with no harsh sun as the dark clouds painted my class today with different hues . I could hear the constant chirping of the birds from an outside tree as if they sensed something coming. Suddenly the deafening thunder made the class go whoa! The crackling sound of lightening came next , I couldn’t help but just stare at the sky from my class window. The lightning made the sky bright white for a few seconds as if god switched on his lights too ! Then the skies opened up to let her go, she splashed through the glass windows. The whole world seemed blessed as the drops touched the earth. I could hardly focus on Wuthering Heights today as the nature outside took to a new peak. The cool breeze, the smell of the earth, dewy petrichor seemed to pull me, made me weak and all I wanted to do was run outside . I saw and wanted to touch the wind that swayed the eucalyptus trees , the wet road , the slowing traffic , the grey skies and the thunder.
I wished my teacher would just cancel the class and let me enjoy my view for today . But alas, that did not happen and Mr. Healthcliff returned back to Catherine wealthier and rich ! !
And now for the Poem that would emerge out of this little story.
Mundane Monday is not the same
as the monsoon beackons
the hurling winds-the grey in the sky
frightening the birds
as they schemed to fly
the thunder and lightning
makes me go weak in my knees
is the god angry or smiling at me
the cold cold rain drops
falling from the sky
leaves the earth a sweet petrichor
that awakens my soul
the rain does this to me
every single time
I wish I could be the wind
that makes the cloud gather
and pour from the sky.