Stay tuned to our new posts and updates! Click to join us on WhatsApp L&C-Whatsapp & Telegram telegram Channel
L&C-Silhouette Subscribe
The L&C-Silhouette Basket
L&C-Silhouette Basket
A hand-picked basket of cherries from the world of most talked about books and popular posts on creative literature, reviews and interviews, movies and music, critiques and retrospectives ...
to enjoy, ponder, wonder & relish!
Support LnC-Silhouette. Great reading for everyone, supported by readers. SUPPORT

The Call of the Rains

August 12, 2019 | By

The rain has a tremendous ability to bring back a flood of memories, be it a drizzle or a downpour. Elvira Fernandez loves being transported back to her childhood watching the rain fall pit-a-pat.

I sit with a steaming cup of ginger tea and a plate of piping hot onion pakoras looking at the trees dancing in the rain. B.J. Thomas is singing in the background:

Raindrops are falling on my head

Raindrops are falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

But there’s one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won’t defeat me, it won’t be long
Till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying’s not for me
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I’m…

With the rain falling pit-a-pat I’m transported to my childhood days. I picture myself sitting in the window of the small living room with my grandmother holding me tight. Like a little monkey, I remember holding on to the bars of the window and pressing my nose and mouth to them, inhaling deeply. The garden which boasted of two very old neem trees, two pomegranate trees and lots of rose bushes, and a colourful riot of the purple bougainvillea and pink lilies would sway to the sound of falling raindrops. Their moves determined by the gusts of wind. A flash of lightening followed by the roll of thunder would make me cling to my grandmother’s dress.

The fragrance of rain drenched soil mingling with the fallen Neem blossoms would spring up after the rain stopped. My grandmother would then take me for a walk in the garden. My small feet cautiously tried to side-step the long red earthworms. My grandmother would point out the big black ants scurrying around. Once I asked her, “Nana, why are they running around so fast?” My grandmother considered a few seconds before answering, “Hmm… I think they are preparing themselves for the next rain or maybe because they are trying to escape their flooded homes.”

Whatever the reason be I was fascinated by them. And, suddenly there would be some movement near the bed of pink, yellow and white lilies. Lo and behold in the gathering dusk… Mr. Frog would be looking at me gazing at him as he, ‘hippidy-hoppedy’ jumped out, readying himself to begin his nightly performance. “Cr-o-a-kkk! Crao-aakk!” The sky would begin to darken again and lightening would flash, tearing the sky into many parts while the thunder rumbled from one end to the other.

An image of one such evening flashed through my mind. “Dinner’s ready!” Mummy called out. Huge raindrops began to descend from a dark sky. The crickets and the frogs had set up their orchestra for the night. To the accompaniment of their cracked symphony and the ballet of the insects around the tubelight we sat down to a monsoon delight – pakora kadi, raw mango longi and hot chappatis, The memory of that dinner haunted me and I longed to experience the same moments again. As I rose from my chair and walked to the kitchen I thought about my grandmother and father, who were no longer around to share the same. “Mummy… What about ‘pakora kadi’ for dinner tonight?” I asked my mother.

The rain truly calls back many memories of days long gone by!

More to read

The Ragpickers’ Rain Dance

Romance in the Rain

The Rains

The Marigold Scented Rain

Elvira Fernandez is a Rajasthan-based author who loves to write for children and young adults. She has written short stories, plays, poems and also content for academic books, apart from editing assignments. Working as an English Lecturer, she shares a close connect with children. She is extremely fond of animals, especially her fur babies - a dog and a cat. Currently she’s all set to launch the third book of the Ferns and Blooms trilogy, the first of which was published in November 2018. This trilogy is the result of the joy of her childhood days that she lives and re-lives through her vibrant students. By intermingling realism and fantasy, she aims at enchanting children to read and inculcate a better way of living.
All Posts of Elvira Fernandez

Hope you enjoyed reading...

... we have a small favour to ask. More people are reading and supporting our creative, informative and analytical posts than ever before. And yes, we are firmly set on the path we chose when we started... our twin magazines Learning and Creativity and Silhouette Magazine (LnC-Silhouette) will be accessible to all, across the world.

We are editorially independent, not funded, supported or influenced by investors or agencies. We try to keep our content easily readable in an undisturbed interface, not swamped by advertisements and pop-ups. Our mission is to provide a platform you can call your own creative outlet and everyone from renowned authors and critics to budding bloggers, artists, teen writers and kids love to build their own space here and share with the world.

When readers like you contribute, big or small, it goes directly into funding our initiative. Your support helps us to keep striving towards making our content better. And yes, we need to build on this year after year. Support LnC-Silhouette with a little amount - and it only takes a minute. Thank you

Support LnC-Silhouette

Creative Writing

Got a poem, story, musing or painting you would like to share with the world? Send your creative writings and expressions to

Learning and Creativity publishes articles, stories, poems, reviews, and other literary works, artworks, photographs and other publishable material contributed by writers, artists and photographers as a friendly gesture. The opinions shared by the writers, artists and photographers are their personal opinion and does not reflect the opinion of Learning and Creativity- emagazine. Images used in the posts (not including those from Learning and Creativity's own photo archives) have been procured from the contributors themselves, public forums, social networking sites, publicity releases, free photo sites such as Pixabay, Pexels, Morguefile, etc and Wikimedia Creative Commons. Please inform us if any of the images used here are copyrighted, we will pull those images down.

One thought on “The Call of the Rains

  • Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

    Today’s Motivation

    <div class=at-above-post addthis_tool data-url=></div>Time is not just the calculation of transitory phases in years, but also the assessment of ACTIONS-the effort we make in life's works; FEELINGS-our state of emotional being and ACHIEVEMENTS-our realisations in life, of life, about life. 

<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons above via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons below via filter on get_the_excerpt --><div class=at-below-post addthis_tool data-url=></div><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt -->
    Time is not just the calculation of transitory phases in years, but also the assessment of ACTIONS-the effort we make in life's works; FEELINGS-our state of emotional being and ACHIEVEMENTS-our realisations in life, of life, about life.