Her Shower

How long she'd have to wait, she didn’t know yet. It was their yearly time together and he was away again. After all these years, she no longer cared to ask him where he was or when he’d be back.
It didn’t matter as long as he spent those three beautiful months with her. Of all the companions she ever had, she loved him the most. He saw through her and she submitted, her defences all useless.
Recently though he had become a little unpredictable. Staying away for a long time and then when he did come back, he was not as gentle as he used to be. He'd have a nasty temper sometimes, and it hurt her.

People were talking about him now. Finding fault with his fury. “People!!!” she sighed to herself. “Always picking on him”. When he’d come soon they’d wonder whether something was wrong and if he was delayed they’d switch to panic mode and wonder why he was taking so long.

His unpredictability, she felt was their entire fault. She tried to tell them but then they thought they were smarter. They messed with him and forced him into the state he was in. She knew he was bothered and yet she saw him come back year after year, bringing them gifts as usual.

The hot sun forced her to come out of her musing by snatching the remaining moisture straight out of her. In spite of it all, she looked forward to his coming. Waiting, yearning and pining.
She was almost hanging on her last thread of hope.

And then she saw his light approaching.
Elated she shouted out to him - her cries magnified in the skies.
He was waiting too… traveling miles to be together with her again. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he threw himself at her, his force drenching her completely. Permeating through her porous soul. Droplets of sweet, crystal-clear water washing down on her and she felt cleansed, free and happy, bursting into a green song, for everyone to hear.

“The first rains are here” you shouted, “lets get some hot tea and bhajjis to eat.”