It's here. You know it. You're at work, but you know it. The messages start swarming in. You resist the urge not to succumb, but you know you can't. You try and fight it, but fail within five seconds. You rush out - all dignity forgotten. You run downstairs, past your boss' cabin and open the door.
And there it is.
You see it kiss the hot ground. You see it patter on the surface. You see the dry mud breathe in the water. It's probably like an orgasm for the mud when it feels the water. The effect is spectacular. The smell of wet mud fills the air and you inhale it and sigh in happiness. You then look around. You know that you're going to be crazy doing this, but you do it nonetheless. You slowly walk out and spread your arms in joy. You feel yourself slowly getting wet. You see drops gathering on your clothes, but you don't care. Your hair gets wet and you love it. You look at me and smile. You call me to join you. I'm a little hesitant at first, but give in knowing that this makes me happy as well. We close our eyes and spread our arms and feel the water droplets hitting our face. Suddenly there is a rumble and we open our eyes. We laugh. We think that Indira and Jupiter are probably having a spat somewhere. We look up and stare. Somewhere there is a flash and one more rumble. We then talk about how light is faster than sound. We then look at our friends and tell them to join us in our craziness.
We all take a walk in the rain. Mumbai is still not ready. The roads are already full of traffic jams and some areas are water-logged. We laugh and talk about how things will never change. We discuss how the rain is necessary. You give me a knowing look. We know that this love for the rains isn't going to last too long.
But the first rain is always welcome.
And there it is.
You see it kiss the hot ground. You see it patter on the surface. You see the dry mud breathe in the water. It's probably like an orgasm for the mud when it feels the water. The effect is spectacular. The smell of wet mud fills the air and you inhale it and sigh in happiness. You then look around. You know that you're going to be crazy doing this, but you do it nonetheless. You slowly walk out and spread your arms in joy. You feel yourself slowly getting wet. You see drops gathering on your clothes, but you don't care. Your hair gets wet and you love it. You look at me and smile. You call me to join you. I'm a little hesitant at first, but give in knowing that this makes me happy as well. We close our eyes and spread our arms and feel the water droplets hitting our face. Suddenly there is a rumble and we open our eyes. We laugh. We think that Indira and Jupiter are probably having a spat somewhere. We look up and stare. Somewhere there is a flash and one more rumble. We then talk about how light is faster than sound. We then look at our friends and tell them to join us in our craziness.
We all take a walk in the rain. Mumbai is still not ready. The roads are already full of traffic jams and some areas are water-logged. We laugh and talk about how things will never change. We discuss how the rain is necessary. You give me a knowing look. We know that this love for the rains isn't going to last too long.
But the first rain is always welcome.
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