Flowering in the rain...

The rain, though never really absent from this part of the world, is here in all its fury! Everywhere I look is water and despite the mud, and the insects, and the infections, and..., I really love the monsoons and the dark clouds it brings along. Our little garden too stands bravely against the pouring drops and here and there you see lovely colourful patches and even though the sun is not out, your heart still manages to sing!

The humble French Marigold, leftovers from winter plantings, are a bright patch of colour. Come hail or wind, this hardy species refuses to bow down!

The Hibiscus too is a colourful relief in bleak rainy weather. This one here is a white Australian (supposedly) variety and is as colourful as the red ones... The rains does not seem to touch the petals!

These pink flowers are like delicate puffs but they remain undaunted by the torrents of water that fall on them.

Some roses I have tried to protect by at least providing partial shelter overhead. This miniature pink is one such example...

And can monsoons exist without the intoxicating fragrance of the Rajnigandha? These bulbs had been presented to me by my mom when I was carrying Arjun so they are all the more special to me...

Along with flowers, our old swing too has turned colourful...

View from my window

It's been raining constantly for the past few days and our house looks like it's on an island. There are no tea bushes in front of the house, just paddy fields and these are, at the moment filled with water. As I write this, I can hear the drops of water plink plonking from the roof onto the cemented drain. The plants, thirsting for water a few days ago, are now full to the brim. It should be gloomy as the sun's away but it's strangely not. There's a calm peace and coziness all around, reminding me of cold winter days...