The Forgotten God Who Still Brings the Rain
Every year, when the first monsoon clouds gather over the Indian sky, something remarkable happens. The scent of wet earth rises, peacocks begin to dance, frogs welcome the rains with their chorus, and farmers look heavenward with hope. For thousands of years, this annual miracle inspired awe in the people of the Indian subcontinent. They even gave the rains a divine personality — Parjanya, the Vedic God of Rain and Thunder.
Today, the Rain-God Parjanya is almost forgotten. Unlike
Indra, the king of gods; Agni, the god of fire; or Krishna, the god of cowherds,
Parjanya rarely appears in our temples or festivals, even in our conversations. Yet
one of the beautiful hymns of the Rig Veda (Mandala 5, Hymn 83) is
dedicated to him. Known as the Parjanya Sukta, it is a
magnificent poetic celebration of rain, thunder and the life-giving power of Mother Nature.
The hymn begins with an invitation:
Sing the praise of the mighty Parjanya Deva… He
generously sends showers of rain. May Parjanya make the plants fertile so that
they germinate.
Parjanya's great thunder is compared to the roar of a lion. His
clouds race across the sky like horses urged on by a charioteer. Lightning
flashes, winds burst forth, and the heavens darken before torrents of rain
descend upon the earth.
Then comes the transformation. The dry land softens. Seeds
awaken. Plants spring up. Rivers flow again. Food becomes plentiful for all
living beings. The hymn sees rain not as an isolated event but as the beginning
of an entire cycle of renewal that sustains humans, animals and plants alike.
What is particularly striking is the hymn's ecological
vision. It prays not only for human prosperity but also for the well-being of
animals. One verse asks that abundant water be available for every creature to
drink. Another verse speaks of life being deposited in plants through
the rains. Nature is presented as one interconnected family, nourished by the
same divine waters.
The Parjanya Sukta also captures another truth about
nature—its immense power. Thunderstorms are beautiful, but they are also
fearsome. The hymn describes Parjanya as capable of crushing evil and
destroying destructive forces. The Vedic Poet recognises that nature commands
both reverence and humility.
One delightful aspect of this ancient hymn is how alive
everything feels when it rains. Clouds become chariots. Thunder becomes a
divine voice. Rain becomes healing water poured from a celestial vessel. This
poetic imagination reminds us that long before the language of meteorology
existed, people understood weather through stories and wonder.
Perhaps the most touching moment comes at the end. After
praying for abundant rain, the Vedic Poet gently asks Parjanya Deva to stop.
The land has been refreshed, herbs are growing, and life has returned. Now the
rain has done its work. It is a beautiful reminder that in nature, balance
matters as much as abundance.
Although Parjanya Deva himself may have faded from popular memory, his hymn has not entirely disappeared. The Great Poet
As the monsoon arrives each year, perhaps it is worth
remembering Parjanya once again—not merely as an ancient deity, but as a
timeless symbol of humanity's gratitude for rain. In an age of climate change
and uncertain weather, this hymn reminds us of something our ancestors never
forgot — every drop of rain is a gift, and every monsoon is a miracle. Hence,
preserve the nature, preserve its resources.
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Hymn source: Parjanya Sukta I www.siddhayoga.orgPicture source: Gemini (Parjanya) and Pixabay (Thunder)
This ancient hymn is written in the Rig Veda (5.83). English translation is based on: Stephanie W. Jamison and Joel P. Brereton (trans.), The Rigveda, The Earliest Religious Poetry of India (New York: Oxford University Press, 2014), pp. 765–66.
Acknowledgements: The tune of the Parjanya Sukta, set to music by Rabindranath Tagore, was recently rediscovered and performed by Shri Dipanjan Paul and his team in Kolkata. Their rendition was uploaded to Facebook, and it was through this beautiful performance that I first became interested in the hymn.


As a child, I used to conflate the kings of history and mythology together and pigeonholed them in the same corner of my mind. To me, every ancient tale was a beautiful story; only bore a semblance of truth hence I found them too elusive to discern unless imagination lending it colour.
ReplyDeleteWe have a natural conatus to admire monsoon whether it comes late or early. But how Suvodip waxed eloquent about the beauty of parjanya is truly unique in nature. The oneiric of Parjanya's imagery blurred the line between reality and fantasy howbeit, rain is not at desk currently but Suvodip's words cast a calm assurance that may be she's just nipped out to grab some more clouds and left us in a state of torpor!
Thank you so much, my friend.
DeleteThank you for this very evocative read, Suvodip; I thoroughly enjoyed it, though I must admit I had no idea that Parjanya is the Vedic God of Rain and Thunder, and that he rated a sukta in the Vedas. Which is shameful, as I am devoted to Mama Gaia and have always, always loved the rain. When I was a kid, I always felt hugely cheated living in Delhi, where the monsoon lasts a scant month; I used to wish it would last half the year! I went to Goa one year during the monsoon and didn’t want to leave. Years later I got my wish; a chance to work in Indonesia, where it does rain six months of the year! Those were happy times. Nothing beats a tropical downpour, with thunder that stops your heart for a second or five. I miss the big weather of the tropics, and the lush greenery it engenders. But I will gladly settle for the sporadic rain we are receiving right now; it is like a celestial blessing, and we can use all we can get, rain and blessings both! It was such a joy to meet you at the protest the other day… I’m sure we shall meet again soon. Meanwhile, sending you a piece I wrote on petrichor :-)
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Thank you, Mrs. Tuli. I can understand why you cherish the "celestial blessing."
DeleteI come from a state that receives abundant rainfall every year. We grew up enjoying the rains despite waterlogged streets, muddy lanes, and endless traffic jams. For us, the monsoon was a season of joy, nostalgia, and romance.
I am sure we will meet again and have many more conversations about India as it is today. Until then, take good care of yourself.
This was the first time I'd heard of Parjanya, the Vedic god of rain and thunder. Until now, I had always associated rain solely with god Indra. It was fascinating to learn something new today about our rich mythology. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteDear Rahul, I am glad that you liked the story of this forgotten god of rains.
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