It Rains in Rojapur

That was the name of my first eco-amiable 'shortstory' that I ever wrote. Rain is a very soothing phenomenon. The freshness of the rain and the sweet fragrance after rain reminds me how young 'Nature' is. Generations come and go, nations rise and fall, winners loose, losers win, everything goes comes around, but Nature remains the same. It was gentle thousands of years ago. It still rains with the same serenity. It was violent thousands of years back. Even today there is a Tsunami here, Earth quake there. Still violent. The inherent nature remains the same. So whether should we be afraid of nature?. Subdue ourselves to something that we cannot control. Or just plainly ignore the existence and simply term natural tragedies as 'One Kind Of External event'?. These thoughts have evoked multiple questions in me and I am still in search of an answer. I feel happy when I enjoy the beauty of Rising Sun. I feel sad when innocent people's lives are taken away in a stroke of natural calamity. Many lives plucked even before ripe. Roses have not withered away but knicked at bud with such a force that even generations are lost.

Why can't I see water in the form of gentle raindrop always.
Why would it take a form of Tsunami.
Why can't the wind be a gentle breeze that I enjoy.
Why would it turn to a cyclone.

Mother Nature why can't you be what you are Motherly and caring?
Why would you be taking away all our memories and dreams?

Sky is crying outside with a thunder
corner of my room I too cry with a heavy heart...

adios.