The hills are alive.. (part 1)

It has been pouring incessantly for the past three days. Mother looked wistfully up into the skies. If only the rains subsided for a few hours I can sit outside by the well and wash all the dirty dishes piling up, she thought getting a little anxious. Father sat outside under the tiny makeshift portico thinking along similar lines, household chores. He needs to draw water from the well. It has been three days and two nights, the water is getting a little too stale. Not good for the baby, thought father a little worried. The baby let out a little wail too, as if sensing the agnoy of the parents, and wanting to protest against whatever it was that is creating them the angst. A loud roar of thunder brought mother and father out of their thoughts and the baby from the peaceful slumber it was just slipping into. Baby let out another louder wail and flailed its arms around.

The rains gave a relief from the past few hot and sultry days. The air cooled down and everything smelled fresh and pure. The plants that mother planted a few weeks ago danced happily swaying back and forth in their bright green skirts glistening in the rain. Little buds sprouted everywhere. The coconut trees, now 15 feet from the ground, bowed majestically in the wind, the hierarchy in nature's world silently accepted. The waters from the hills gushed and tumbled down forming a serene waterfall of its own. Water formed small puddles on the mud road outside. The dark clouds balanced themselves precariously on the hill tops. Despite all their worries, the beauty of nature did not escape mother and father. Mother leaned her face on father's shoulder and both of them gazed mistily into the hills that surrounded their peaceful abode on all sides. Darkness slowly sauntered down from the hills and enveloped them. A tiny light flickered in the nearest neighbouring house a hundred yards away and mother got up to light the lamps hoping the current lines would be fixed soon.

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