{"id":448,"date":"2006-08-12T03:29:00","date_gmt":"2006-08-11T21:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/448\/joy-in-the-rain\/"},"modified":"2014-12-29T23:02:17","modified_gmt":"2014-12-29T17:32:17","slug":"joy-in-the-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2006\/448\/","title":{"rendered":"Joy in the rain"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As I left my seva at Amrita University I heard thunder, then the sound<br \/>\nof swiftly approaching wind in the branches of the coconut palms. Rain<br \/>\nbegan falling through the atrium of the AICT-Biotech building, bouncing<br \/>\noff the plants, falling into the pond below.<br \/>\nUnfurling my umbrella I walked swiftly toward the boat jetty in the<br \/>\ncompany of dozens of students, hoping for quick boat service. Alas, the<br \/>\nboat was on the other side of the water and the volume of rain increased<br \/>\nas we stood clustered together, hopefully staring at the other side of<br \/>\nthe river. I offered the shelter of my umbrella to three other students<br \/>\nand we stood laughing as the wind threatened to blow away the umbrella<br \/>\nand perhaps us as well.<br \/>\nThe crowd on our side of the river increased. Computer, engineering,<br \/>\nbiotech students; international visitors including a group of giggling<br \/>\nteenagers, and a few bramacharis and bramacharinis, workers and<br \/>\nvillagers thrown in the mix as well. Some of the students wore their tan<br \/>\nuniforms. Some wore colorful and stylish salwar-kameez. We waited and<br \/>\nwaited as the boat filled up with passengers on the other side and the<br \/>\nwind slanted and blew rain in under our umbrellas.<br \/>\nFinally the large canopied boat majestically drew up alongside the<br \/>\njetty. We poured into the boat and filled up every bit of space. I<br \/>\ncommented to a fellow Westerner about how happy and unconcerned the<br \/>\nlocal people were about getting wet. Everyone seemed to be enjoying<br \/>\nthemselves; comparing states of wetness and smiling and laughing with<br \/>\neach other.<br \/>\nWe considered that it might be because everyone in India knows that rain<br \/>\nis the life of the land. Without the monsoon, traditionally drought and<br \/>\nfamine follow. The rains bring great rejoicing and many people run out<br \/>\nto be drenched. The monsoon usually arrives first in Kerala and then<br \/>\nmoves across the rest of the land of Bharat. Perhaps this creates a<br \/>\nunique joy in the rain that is not so pervasive in our native countries.<br \/>\nSomeone else mentioned that now that we had entered the ashram boat we<br \/>\nwere sheltered under Amma\u00c2\u2019s roof, safe from the storm. I looked around<br \/>\nat the happy faces: all the different countries, all the different<br \/>\ncolors. Despite the differences we shared the joy of rain, the joy of<br \/>\nshelter from the rain and the joy of the shelter of the arms of Amma.<br \/>\nRta S., USA<br \/>\n12 Aug 2006<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I left my seva at Amrita University I heard thunder, then the sound of swiftly approaching wind in the branches of the coconut palms. Rain began falling through the atrium of the AICT-Biotech building, bouncing off the plants, falling into the pond below. 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