How wonderful it is to watch that spot of bluish black dot of a cloud in the north-western sky gestating. In the wink of an eye it spreads over the whole sky. A cool breeze rises like a balm on our feverish skin that was about to blister in the sweltering heat. Rolling clouds, roaring wind determined to chop off the head of tall coconut palm trees begin their madness while with enormous fronds they stand their ground in the midst of torrential rain. My father says, ‘Aah…here comes our Nor’wester*’. We watch with bating breath, calculating how many green mangoes will fall so that we might collect later. Mother Nature is such an entertainer! She gifts us at least a peaceful, cool day through this storm in a week. The night is all jasmine. Their enchanting scent mesmerizes us. We don’t study for there’s power cut. No light. What delight! We don’t care about the fan for there’s a sweet zephyr. Ghost stories flow from grandpa.
This was long ago almost from a previous birth as it were. Nowadays there’s no Nor’wester. Nature grieves, fumes and we melt like brown candles. Heat is everywhere. Words like mortars fall on Facebook wall from neighboring countries.People feed each other with sly innuendoes.
White blossoms of night
Fill our minds with past fragrance
Peace is elusive
*Nor’wester is a stormy weather pattern in West Bengal and Bangladesh
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday #40 ~ Summer hosted by Grace
sumanar/lekha 
Deliciously colourful prose and a thoughtful Haiku to close.
I love the nostalgia in this, and the faint bitterness to have exchanged such magic for entertainment provided by facebook gossip.
The wonderful nostalgia, with the wind picking mangoes for you and an evening of ghost-stories instead of homework… The price of homework and the sad sad changes we are seeing. Hope you get some cooling wind
The smell of jasmine…pure sultry summer evening
…”we melt like brown candles” … what a descriptive phrase. I was transported to the land of palm trees!
beautiful. I can smell the jasmine in the night.
“Ghost stories flow from grandpa.”…such an evcative line 🙂
What beautiful poetry you have written here. I nearly cried when hit with the second paragraph- the way things are now (words falling like mortars, feeding sly innuendoes)- as compared to the idyllic world of jasmine nights, sweet zephyrs, mother nature throwing mangoes down to you. Beautiful and heart-rending contrast.
I love how mother nature was an entertainer with the jarmine scent invading the night ~
Such a change (a stark contrast) now, with the grieving and fuming nature ~ Love your haiku of the white blossoms at night.
I can imagine the sweet zephyr is better than a fan and your grandpa’s ghost stories are interesting.
Wonderful memories and striking next to the sly innuendoes. Longing for innocence. Beautifully done.
Summers are too hot everywhere now. Forest fires are already burning. I loved your look back at the summers of tyour childhood……..beautiful.
“Nature grieves, fumes and we melt like brown candles. “ How true! We bear the brunt of our actions against nature. Wonderfully written.
I love the opening lines, Sumana, especially that ‘bluish black dot of a cloud in the north-western sky gestating’. You’ve appealed to all the senses! I also enjoyed the ‘rolling clouds, roaring wind determined to chop off the head of tall coconut palm trees’.I agree that Mother Nature is an entertainer and that ‘people feed each other with sly innuendoes’.
Peace is elusive.
There are so many good lines in this. Melting like brown candles – descriptive and visual. I can feel the heat in this and the regret at things in the past. A truly evocative write.
weather pattrens have changed over the years and I notice it where I live too, you have written such a lovely haibun that flows like little rivers of memories.
What beautiful summer memories. I best the story telling part. They made the night magical.
Beautiful haiku to end your piece. 🙂