A RAINY DAY

A rainy day is a day of rains. It often fills our poetic mind with the following rhymes:

"Black cloud, back cloud, come down. come down

Flower bearing cloud, come down, come down."

It always rains in the rainy season. It rains often all day long or even for days together. A rainy day brings varied experience to us.

I shall write about a rainy day I experienced in my village home. It was 14 Shravan. The day is still fresh in my memory. The sky had been gloomy since the morning. I was in fact. planning to come back. My affectionate Grandma was tearful. She was trying do dissuade me. But I obstinately left the house for the ghat to catch a boat. No sooner had I reached the ghat than it started raining cats and dogs. It was almost noon when I hurried back. I was all soaked. It was cold indeed. My happy and smiling grandma gave me towels and then warm clothes.

The rain in torrents was creating rhythmic music on my tinshed room. The sound was beautiful. I sat by a window and looked outside. The bushes and tress were swaying in wind and gusts. It was lush green as far as my eye could see. I was enjoying the sight motionless. I was also thinking like a poet. I suddenly started singing Nazrul's song of the rains. I turned poetic.

The rain went on ceaselessly. The noon passed and afternoon passed. The passed by grew fewer in the muddy road. I saw some of them slipping and following in the mud. Evening came. It was a different beauty. I told my Grandma not to give the lantern soon. I sat there for hours together. Now the frogs started croaking. Dahuk was calling from a far. The beetles started their shorus. The rain changed into drizzle. I saw a few daring villagers going to the field with lantern. They had harpoons in the hand. They went a -fishing

My old childhood days came to my memory. From the moment I started choosing the village with heart. I also discovered that this is the real beauty of Bangladesh. I love to pass many workless days like this.

A rainy day brings mixed reaction to human mind. Some become poetic while others get irritated. For me, it brings much joy  and pleasure. Thus, I tend to become a poet in rainy day and say:

"Rain drops all day long

It brings rhythmic song."