Yogesh Karikurve

It has been raining quite a bit for the last few days.. Everyone waited for it and now that it is raining.. everyone has already had enough of it !!! but not me.. it brings sweet memories of dancing in the rain. I used to be very eager to go rain dancing in college.. so much so that when I had the opportunity to ‘foam dance’ in the US, I took it up. Though it gets a tad bit more suffocating than pure water…and the soap smells like burnt rubber when it is stuck on your nose.. it still is an interesting concept. People wore all kinds of costumes.

But something more skin-tillating is salsa in the rain..I was studying in Iowa city.. a small town .. with even smaller population…but it had people from more than 50 countries studying there… and a big population from Latin America.. and a very good Latin band called ‘Alto Maiz’. They played some really authentic latin music and I still miss dancing to their tunes.  Now most of the times the band played outdoors. Once they were playing in a park.. it was autumn.. the leaves were withering.. there were fountains in the park .. sporadically placed on the ground..

i had been dancing for a long time and was sweating… in an impulsive move I dipped the girl on top of the fountain.. and the water swirled and splashed on the onlookers.. even before they could wipe their faces.. the clouds opened up and it rained. Then there was no stopping.. everyone wanted a piece of the pie and there were more dancers than onlookers. Definitely an indelible memory.. That is  what the rains do to me.. Nostalgia speaking Anyone listening?

She stood by the bar

And smiled with an effervescent glint

Her eyes enigmatic

Looking, not giving any hint

She ordered

And waited for her drink

When led, moved smoothly

Like a skater in the rink

When the music started

And upped the beat

Her magic moves

Turned on the heat

Twist, turns and drops

Our chemistry was unprecedented

Her passion was sizzling

First drops of rain on a roof cemented

If beats maketh a ‘music’

And moves maketh a ‘dance’

Wonder what

 is this cryptic word ‘Romance’

Salsa, merengue, cha-cha

The music never would stop

The tempo was up

Our HIGH never took a DROP

I woke up in the morning

‘It’s a dream”, I thought as much

But my heart kept pounding

I could still feel the touch…