Looking out of the cave at the lush panorama fed by torrential rains, Rama tried to describe its beauty to Lakshmana. He said that fed by the ocean spray and nurtured by the rays of the Sun, the pregnant clouds sailed across the skies. Shrouding mountain peaks and veiling woods they emanated the murmur of Vedic chants which were but an echo of speeding winds ands cascading waters! "Streaked with the dazzle of lightening and reverberating with the peal of thunder the clouds scud along blocking out the moon and the stars. The deluge that descends to the parched earth quenches its thirst and reminds me of Sita's tears that trickle down her cheek, scorched by the heat of her grief! The lightening that quivers in the gray of the clouds provokes in me thoughts of Sita, struggling perhaps to escape Ravana!" Rid of its heat and dust the earth seemed at peace. Winds blew cool, kings put off their wars to conquer and men did not dare journey to distant lands until the dappled skies cleared. Water trapped between mountains lay still like wave-less oceans, while water streaming down thundered, rippling and foaming. Crawling insects, falling fruit and flower carpeted the earth with their myriad colors. Rama's wonder never seemed to cease at the enchanting displays of nature! He saw the turbulence of the rivers, the joy of trumpeting elephants, the glow of forests, the dancing of peacocks. Peacocks, that turned rain soaked glades into theatres of dance and music, as some strutted, a few watched and others sang! While streaming torrents flooded the earth, hiding behind rain-laden clouds, the stars at night and the Sun during the day were invisible. The darkness that pervades the earth confused the directions and only the closing of the lotus and the blooming of the jasmine heralded the approach of night. As Rama's eyes roved far and wide he suddenly mused aloud,"In Ayodhya Bharata must have procured all that was needed, by now. Sugriva must be full of joy having gained his queen and his kingdom. But I roam this wilderness without wife and without victory over my enemy. My sorrow is intolerable. Ravana is an impossible enemy and the rains seem endless! I do not want to hurry Sugriva who is enjoying himself after many years of hardship. The task ahead is not an easy one. Sugriva will come to us when the rains end and I shall wait until then".
Summary
Looking out of the cave at the lush panorama fed by torrential rains, Rama tried to describe its beauty to Lakshmana. He said that fed by the ocean spray and nurtured by the rays of the Sun, the pregnant clouds sailed across the skies. Shrouding mountain peaks and veiling woods they emanated the murmur of Vedic chants which were but an echo of speeding winds ands cascading waters! "Streaked with the dazzle of lightening and reverberating with the peal of thunder the clouds scud along blocking out the moon and the stars. The deluge that descends to the parched earth quenches its thirst and reminds me of Sita's tears that trickle down her cheek, scorched by the heat of her grief! The lightening that quivers in the gray of the clouds provokes in me thoughts of Sita, struggling perhaps to escape Ravana!" Rid of its heat and dust the earth seemed at peace. Winds blew cool, kings put off their wars to conquer and men did not dare journey to distant lands until the dappled skies cleared. Water trapped between mountains lay still like wave-less oceans, while water streaming down thundered, rippling and foaming. Crawling insects, falling fruit and flower carpeted the earth with their myriad colors. Rama's wonder never seemed to cease at the enchanting displays of nature! He saw the turbulence of the rivers, the joy of trumpeting elephants, the glow of forests, the dancing of peacocks. Peacocks, that turned rain soaked glades into theatres of dance and music, as some strutted, a few watched and others sang! While streaming torrents flooded the earth, hiding behind rain-laden clouds, the stars at night and the Sun during the day were invisible. The darkness that pervades the earth confused the directions and only the closing of the lotus and the blooming of the jasmine heralded the approach of night. As Rama's eyes roved far and wide he suddenly mused aloud,"In Ayodhya Bharata must have procured all that was needed, by now. Sugriva must be full of joy having gained his queen and his kingdom. But I roam this wilderness without wife and without victory over my enemy. My sorrow is intolerable. Ravana is an impossible enemy and the rains seem endless! I do not want to hurry Sugriva who is enjoying himself after many years of hardship. The task ahead is not an easy one. Sugriva will come to us when the rains end and I shall wait until then".