When it rains, it pours

Whenever I say the words in the title, I am remembered of the picture of the little girl in a yellow frock holding umbrella on one hand and salt tin on the other hand, that is usually seen in the side of Morton Salt container. These words aptly describe the weather condition in Tamilnadu.

This year it has been a monsoon marathon all over India. If it was south-west monsoon during August that raided the west and the north parts of the country, it is north-east now taking care of the south-eastern parts. The south-west monsoon usually never fails, providing enough rain to the western ghats contour line. The north-east or retreating usually never forgets to fail, leaving the farmers in the southern states to sit in front of their fields and have their neck turned upwards hoping some dark clouds come over.

This year, the usual thing happened for the south-west monsoon, but excessively. Also the unsual thing happened for north-east monsoon. When the cities and villages in the north started to recover from the floods, the southern villages and cities began to submerge in another deludge. Seems like there has been no such rain for the past fifty years in the country. It reminds me of the statement my Geography teacher in seventh standard used to say "Indialae one kaanchu kedukkum, illa paenchu kedukkum". This time the second one. Sigh!