The deserts of Rajastan are in the air

Last night at about 900 pm I went out with the dog and while I did not capture for you the lightning and the thunder I can tell you that the tall eucalyptus trees were swaying wildly in a wind that was full and I mean full of dust particles. You could sense them and breathe them. Even this whirly wind of dust had its silver lining ( and in this case literally ) because all of a sudden we felt big drops of water in the air pelting down us as we dashed for cover. Its preciousness not unfelt.

The moisture was too little and was sucked away almost immediately. There was a perceptible coolness in the air this morning and a tree that had been brought down by the storm. The house was covered by this thin layer of dust once more, the bain of every housemaid within miles.