Listen to the pouring rain...

[Thakur]

It has certainly taken its time about it this
year, but finally the monsoon is upon us. And
not a moment too soon, either, if you ask me.
Just when we were about to wilt under the
unrelenting heat and melt into a little puddle
of humidity, the skies opened up and gave us
the magic of the monsoon. The rain came
crashing down, washing away the dirt and
grime of an Indian summer, and suddenly the
world looked green, clean and freshly
laundered, with the smell of petrichor filling
the air.
As you can tell (and you certainly can, if you
have been regular readers of this column), I
love the rains. I love the sight of dark,
gathering clouds. I love the fat little droplets
of rain that fall on my window. I love the
drama of the thunder and the flash of the
lightning. I love the romance of walking in the
rain, getting soaked to the skin and drenched
to the bone.
Which is why I can never understand the
monsoon nay-sayers, the ones who moan and
groan about the onset of the rains. Yes, I know
that traffic can become a mess after a five-
minute shower in some parts. I know that if a
storm breaks, a power cut can’t be far behind.
And that the slightest hint of rain is liable to
make Tata Sky (less a DTH service; more a
weather app) disappear off your TV sets.
But come on! It’s the monsoon. It’s the season
to leave all your inhibitions aside and embrace
the promise of the rains. It’s the time to sit in
your balcony and watch, hot mug of tea or
coffee in your hand, as the showers transform
the urban landscape. Or just snuggle up on
your couch, with a good book, and read all
day long with a thunderstorm providing the
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