Dreaming of Nor'westers

An old water color I discovered inside a coffee table book. I had painted this on a really stormy evening, about fifteen years back, in Calcutta. Made me miss the nor'westers a little. Made me keenly aware of the hot loneliness of deserts, of heartlessness of dust storms........ of things that bother me sometimes. Made me dream of water and high winds and tall trees and lush green paddy fields.