March 31, 2012 § 6 Comments

When temperatures rise and forests turn ablaze with the morning sun, rain clouds rush forth to calm the bothered earth and encourage flowers and fruits to blossom. Here in the mountains, hailstones quench our worried minds as we run outdoors to gather them. Even in the cool sholas, they fall sparingly against a backdrop of rainbows and thunder. Sometimes, chips of ice falling from the heavens are enough to ease the weight of the earth. And yet, we seem surprised when the weather gifts us joy, and progressively disconnect ourselves from our lands.


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