Her Embrace

I had feared that Rain had forgotten me for, through the ominous Fall, the abominable Winter the unsweet Spring and the seething searing summer that spewed heat like venom, I yearned for her cool embrace, but she did not turn round to cast a glance at me. Yet, when Edavappathi* is here the skies warp and she is here too she wraps me cool in her fastest hug drains me of every drop of me spent like a colocasia leaf petiole and she is on me again, her embrace like gnarling embers. *Edavappathi = Ides of the month of Edavam; ideally the first day of June when the SW Monsoon sets in in Keralam, India.