Music and magic of rain

It is the time of summer showers and petrichor is rising

The temperature in Palakkad district of Kerala is soaring high, but the heavy summer showers provided great relief. When the parched earth gets the first rain, there arises a smell. I don’t think there is anybody who doesn’t like the smell. And when the monsoon starts, the rain has no smell but only music and magic. Within days, the rain breathes new life to the summer-ravaged vegetation. The creepers and the thickets appear from nowhere. The trees and plants get renewed energy, foliage and beauty. What magic! With a sudden touch, the rain performs myriad wonders. The frogs and the innumerable insects celebrate the rain with their never-ending orchestra. It seems that the croak of the frogs is the outstanding tune of this orchestra and the shrill sound of insects takes the next place. The rain has its own music and it inspires the frogs and other insects to come forth with theirs. The drizzling rain has its gentle, soft and slow-pitched music; the pouring rain has its brisk and fast-pitched music; the torrential rain has its fearful music and the sound of the accompanying wind, thunder and lightning makes it awesome. Even if the torrential rain is fearsome, at night it is a lullaby which no other music can provide us. If there is pouring rain in the early morning, no child loves to arise and go to school. They love to lie lazily under the blanket and listen to the music of the rain.