06-18-2011, 05:23 AM
[B][B]After the hasty departure of spring, comes the hot summer. It is not welcomes by most people, for they remember the intense heat of the previous year. But what cannot be cured must be endured. So we accept it. Only the students and farmers have reasons to look forward to it. It brings the summer vacation for the students, and wheat for the farmers. In not very distant past, the summer started punctually in May and lasted up to August. But for the last fifty years or so, it has become lazy and headstrong. Now it is arbitrary in its coming and going. One year it comes with the month of April and puts the spring to flight. The next year, it, very generously, allows the spring to stay up to the beginning of June. Summer is the hottest season of the year. The sun shines furiously. Nothing escapes its scorching rays. The earth becomes hot like a burning furnace. The wind if it ever blows, is the very breath of hellfire. The green grass turns brown and dry. The small, delicate planes droop under the angry gaze of the sun. only the unfortunate or the brave persons dare go outdoors when the sun is high. After midday, the roads and streets are deserted. As the sun begins to climb up the sky, the people turn back to their houses. The doors are tightly shut, the windows shuttered and the electric fans switched on full speed. The wealthy take refuge in their air-conditioned rooms. The poor try to ward the heat of summer with the help of small hand-fan. All are eagerly waiting for the rains, but in vain. Sometimes, the whole summer goes dry. Sometimes, it rains so frequently and heavily that rivers overflow their banks and the floods destroy everything that comes in their way. The rains also bring mosquitoes in their wake. They make life still more miserable. To sleep peacefully becomes impossible. As you close your eyes, they will swarm round you. Singing their war-cries in your ears, they will attack your hands, feet and face. After two or three such nights you will be suffering from malaria. The only consolation is that like all good or bad things summer too will end. [/B][/B]