Mount Abu echoes with the roar of the monsoons. [August 2022]

 The monsoon is active again in Mount Abu. There will be more showers to come.

The roar of the monsoons Mt Abu. 2022

It has been raining since 1 July 2022 on Mount Abu. It poured relentlessly with a vengeance on the hilltops, dales, gorges, and plains. There was a roaring river on Abu Road. It flowed from bank to bank, just below the bridge. The rainfall roared in Abu, bringing the hills and cataracts to life, spewing fiercely with fury, threatening ridges, bridges, roadways and pathways with intensity.

There is JOY and anxiety in the monsoon in Abu for the Aam Abuites. The showers exhilarated the jungle with their life-giving water. The reservoirs of Abu overflow to everybody’s delight. Rationing of the water supply will remain the same, “Every Second Day.” Tourists enjoy the falling rain like fish leaping out of the water. The gushing waters, waterfalls, and whirling mist are a welcome alleviation from the sweltering hot weather of the plains. 

The Abuites won't get a break from the rainy weather as the Met Department forecasts another round of rainfall next week. advise Mount Abu guests that while dancing and frolicking under waterfalls in a realistic area can be thrilling, they must avoid entering the rapids rushing downstream at all costs as it can be treacherous. Monsoons have already taken three lives this year with their rushing intensity. BE SAFE, TAKE CARE, AND DO NOT DO THE DARE.

Paddy's Bridge submerged, day scholars, get a holiday

Paddy's Bridge St Mary's Road.mp4

Per kind favour Sahil via WhatsApp 

Keep tuned will add more snaps and videos of events as they unfold.

Monsoons in Mount Abu [ 3/08/2022 ]

Monsoons in the Abode of Gods 

Orange sky at night, tourist delight

In Rajasthan—the land of warrior kings and sunbaked fortresses—water is a gift more precious than gold. And even Mount Abu, the jewel of the Aravallis, known both as the Oasis of the Desert and the Abode of Gods, must bow to the mercy of the monsoon.

The first showers of June arrive like a soft whisper, falling upon hills that have baked under a relentless sun. The charred slopes, still bearing the scars of summer fires, drink deeply. Within days, the brown gives way to emerald; the forest blooms as though Eden itself had been planted anew. The air smells of wet earth, and for the first time in months, the mountain breathes.

Then, on the first morning of July 2022, the true monsoon arrives—not with a single burst, but with a steady, daily rhythm. Some days the rain is a silver curtain, drifting gently through the valleys; on others, it is a roaring downpour, drumming against rooftops and swelling the rivers. Clouds sink low, brushing against the treetops as if in greeting. Waterfalls leap from the cliffs, streams begin their cheerful chatter, and the mist rolls in like a memory from the sixties. The entire mountain sighs with relief.

By the second of August, the lakes and reservoirs are brimming, their mirrored surfaces holding the promise of life until the next rains.

Gauge Report – Mount Abu

Tuesday, 2 August 2022

☔ Rainfall: 22 mm

🌧 Total Rainfall: 42 inches

Lower Kodra Dam 58'/59'

(1153.53/1188ML)

Lower khodra Dam an inch to overflow 3 Aug 2022
Per kind favour, Crescentia teacher, St Mary's school 

Upper Kodra Dam=28/33'

(302.4/414ML)

NAKKI LAKE=12.25/12.25Mtr

(1215/1215ML)

August is always the hill station’s month of joy—and this year, the rain gods have been generous. From across Gujarat and beyond, travellers arrive in colourful waves, drawn by the emerald hillsides, the foaming waterfalls, and the romance of walking through rain-washed streets with the scent of chai in the air. Independence Day week is a festival in itself, with every hotel and guesthouse filled to the brim. For the unprepared, finding a room is as rare as finding a clear blue sky in the middle of the season.

And yet, while tourists revel in the mist and monsoon magic, the people of Abu quietly long for one or two sunlit days, just enough to dry their clothes, warm their bones, and let the golden light kiss the hills again.

Until then, we live in a world painted in a hundred shades of green, under skies heavy with blessings—our mountain wrapped in the music of falling rain.