Before my surroundings had turned into a well-nigh concrete jungle there were times they would undergo natural metamorphosis in every monsoon. The dry soil would turn into an aquarium for the session until the autumn had had it’s middle adulthood and would house different organism. It was like Chalchiuhtlicue, the Aztec goddess of water, rivers, seas, streams, storms, and baptism, had come to her divine embodiment in order to grow a prickly pear cactus laden with fruit and patron it.
I had a huge love for the phenomena. The backside of our house would fill with accumulated water and I would stare through one of the windows to enjoy the scenario all day. The noon-sun would cast its sharp light on the water and it would look spotless and immaculate. Different life forms from fishes to snakes would roam and swim under and on the surface of the water and they would all originate from a pond near by. The snakehead fishes would use to swim with their babies mostly in the afternoons. The babies were all red in color and would never get out of sight of their parents. It was wonderful to look at. Sometimes I would watch it from the roof and it would precisely look like an aquarium, probably the prettiest one.
checkered keelbacks were among the common snakes swim through the water. Terrene Animals like dogs and cats would sometimes sit by the water to catch their lunch or dinner as well. However, the prettiest thing that I got to witness at those moments were apple snails, a descendant of freshwater snail, also known as Ampullariidae. I think, the reason they are called apple because their shells look like one. They are moderately amphibious and are adapted to tropical regions characterized by periods of drought alternating with periods of high rainfall and they come in different colors from brown to albino or yellow and even blue, purple, pink, and jade. They have trunks in the head and they are placed right in between their eyes. I can remember I would always pet them and put them in my aquarium because the moment they would come out of their shell they would look awesome to me.
By the end of September the water level would decrease by almost 40%. The Autumn would cast its melancholia upon the water and its inhabitants. It was the symbol of farewell. All the water and its organisms would start to disappear and all I would believe that I had to wait for almost a year to see them again until it all had disappeared for one last time with Chalchiuhtlicue.