O’ Indra,
The mighty king of the heaven.
The killer of Vritra,
We welcome you to our broken land.

O’ Indra,
I thank you for killing Vritra
And blessing us with rains.

The sky the  shade of  deep maroon
Is commanding the clouds to move!
The god is here.
It's the first rain of the year,
Indra is awake and calling --
Warning the humans of what comes
Next,
Telling them about his anger.

Lightning is striking the clouds ;
Indra is out on the parade.
It's the season of the god,
Its monsoon.

Today,
The sky rambled and shrieked.
We all heard it's cries,
Lightning followed
Clouds left
The god commanded,
The rain began.

It's rained for an hr and half today,
The rains slapped the earth viscously
Like drums.
The water grew colder,
The muddy smell arose
The trees swayed and moved,
The kids ran out with sheer joy and
Excitement.
Happy that the rains have arrived!
The sky rumbled again, this time
Louder.
It poured harder,
Indra is happy.

As soon as the kids started playing
The mighty king of lords,
Indra became happy.
The lord of lightning, rains, rivers —
Water,
Is joyful to see kids out.
After all kids are said to be god's incarnations.

The water trickled down the roof
Like an angry river making its way
Past the land ;
Perhaps, it's his warning, perhaps it's
His joy.
Who knows?
The interpretations are infinite.

The earth is muddy and fresh,
The cries of wailing farmers have
Been heard.
Indra has blessed them,
The king of heaven blessed them
With this rain.
There's 3 months of rain ;
We'll get more shows.

The farmers are clapping, praising
And thanking him,
For listening to their cries and giving them mukti  (freedom)
From these droughts ;
This cracked land, now as cracked
As their legs.

Indra with his mighty Vajra
And his companion, Airavata ;
The white elephants with his 4 symbolic tusks, is flying around in
His carriage, taking a look at the earth
Whilst' talking with the stars and Lord Surya.

Indra lives on the Mount Meru,
The sacred 5 peaked mountain of
Hinduism.
He roams with his companion
Airavata and his Vajra.
He is the king of the heavens,
Besides the Bhrama as the creator ;
The Vishnu as the Preserver and The
Shiva as the destroyer.
They're the protectors of the universe.

The rains have stopped,
Indra is travelling elsewhere.
The muddy smell of the new born
Earth, is still there.
The mist of the rain is dancing with
The air.
The trees have gone to sleep.
The night is cold and tranquil,
The moon is sleeping — resting
The sky is at peace
And Indra is back.

Indra is the god of heavens, rain, water and lightning in the Hindu Mythology. He's the ruler of Heaven. Bhrama is the creator of the universe, Shiva is the destroyer and god of death alongside Yamraj, Vishnu is the Preserver — protector, in Hindu mythology.

Indra's Vajra is his lightning thunderbolt, and Airavata is his holy white elephant.

This tale has references from Hindu Mythology and is based on the first monsoon of India, this is a imaginative, fictious take on it.

- Ridhima Joshi