All across the universe, Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari cast their view and all the high class Brahmins offer service as the barefoot servants do.
Outside from a distance come the flowers that make the leis roses, camellias and red leaves
The pedaling pujari approaching with the offering and the clock begins to chime
Aha the rain came down but the barn has a roof so I don't drown. Pedaling up on the hilltop where the wild rose's fragrance turns milk into cream and I came back down the hill and the switchbacks tight enough to bring a scream at the sight of an oncoming. Peddlers in their ponchos and one who had an umbrella on his handlebar keeping the weather away live-in nannies where are you now? The vaikalika service comes along the rain has stopped and I wake them once again.
The most blessed event this evening and with the clearing skies the stars appear and when the clouds have all gone there will be no more rain.