Dont you love the smell of the first rains ? That earthy aroma that rises up from the ground..that whiff of mother earth refreshed..
When I was growing up, I used to spend my summers in the sleepy coastal village of Utorda, on the south coast in Goa. Home to my mum's side of the family, I remember the last few days of summer holiday were torment to a young kid. The May showers had begun, that awesome first rains aroma roamed unchecked, and all around, parched life turned magically green. Yet I had to leave for yet another year of school ! But I always liked new beginnings, school included, and so life went on...
Today an early thunderstorm graced the wee hours of morning (4am) and brought back all those memories. I always find it amazing how some memories can lie dormant in one's mind until a sound, fragrance, or sight suddenly awakens it, and then you get happy rush as it all comes flooding back. And it seems so unbelievably real.
In traditional goan fashion, with the coming of the first storm, the power utterly failed, condemming me to a hot and restless sleep with the mosquitos. Finally at around 5 am I conceded to defeat to the elements and the inefficient power department. I threw open the windows and was hit squarely in the face with the most refreashing, cool breath of air. In that minute, I decided, 'what the hell, I'm up anyways, might as well enjoy the morning'.
So began another day.. one which suprisingly found me awake at 5 am and in good spirits. I think I have forgotten when the last time, i was awake that early and not in most foul mood.
Deciding that these moments may happen just once in my lazy life, I grabbed the camera and decided to caputure the moments...
The snap below is the first I took, and right away I realised that the first light of day is pleasant on the eye, but much harder on the camera.

So after I got this dull moment on camera, I decided to aim for the heavens and see what else the skies had in store for this refreshing day...

A coconut tree later and I decided to explore the outside. While the rain was likely to piss off poor Dominic by leaving the car a mess, mama's plants at least were glad of the rain...

The second shot I took was my attempt to get artistic and nail some water droplets dangling from the leaves...

So much for art... ;-P
Heading back to my room I realised that fearsome entity, the 'Mama' was awake.. and it made its presence known with loud warnings of leaving windows open for rain to enter and ruin its realm.
By this point I was quite enjoying this experience. People who get up this early regularily are of course crazy, but such behavior has its moments. The next shot is of my window... a window to nicely washed world from the poetic point of view..

Few mins later I stole snapshot of the light of dawn creeping slowly into the living room...

..and then I caught on camera a priceless 'mama' moment. Having woken up a few minutes earlier, she promptly proceeded to do what every sane person does early in the morning .. she re-pots and re-arranges plants in the window !

By now, this experience of being awake so early was taking its toll, and I needed coffee.. nothing like that hot cuppa coffee early on a rainy morning is there ?


Coffee drained and the rain outside paused. I figured the heavens had decided to allow us to venture outdoors. Not to be daunted, brave explorer that I am, I snuck outside and grabbed a few shots of the neighborhood resting after bearing the fury of above..



blissfull peace, everything so calm...

.. excursions complete, I took a parting shot of the our happy residence

...and retired to bed with happy thoughts of a special holiday in the recent past. After all, people who get up this early are crazy and I need my sleep...
So with those happy thoughts and the musical strains of Yanni, Bob Dylan and Cat Stevens, I returned to what is second nature to me.. sleep.