Rains are grace from the gods above. Renewing life. But pausing the life in me.
When will the Sun bathe me in its healing light? My old, aching bones need drying. Badly.
My grandfather said this in his prayers to the Sun-God. That was when we had real monsoons.
Things changed in the last few decades, global warming’s side-effect for old arthritic me. But in my 80th year, I experienced rains and pains, the way my grandfather did.
If rains are grace from the gods above, what are pains?
My grandfather believed. Do I?