In primary school I had this bright orange raincoat I was insanely proud of...I used to silently beg for rain everyday so I could flaunt it in front of my friends in school.
The days when we used to walk back from school, when it has just stopped raining but Im not done getting wet, I would tug at every branch that I could reach gettting soaked in my own version of rain..:)
The paper boats we made for the streams of water that flowed outside our house after a good shower..some unfortunate test results have sailed away in those streams.. ;)
We grew up in a family of five cousins..so heavy rains meant unexpected holidays which meant watching TV and eating out of our lunch boxes..which was so much more fun at home!!
I went to a beautifully green college..on the days that it came down really hard, our gang of girls would come to college..make full use of the free lectures standing in the corridors,taking in the gorgeous smell of wet earth and feeling the gentle spray on our faces..
My sisters and I have gone for innumerable long rides on the bike in AOC just after a heavy downpour, singing loudly our favourite songs from Sound of Music.
My darling layla doggie and the rain are worst enemies. She doesnt like the water in her eyes and is petrified of thunder, but when the rain stops and she steps out there is no stopping her. She steps in every puddle and will drag you across the street to sample the new delicious scents the rain has unearthed..
I started dating the love of my life in the monsoons..so our first long drives,long walks, long bike rides are all in the rain..its been five years and every year the monsoons reinforce why we fell in love along with renewing our bond.
My first rain in Mumbai, which I shared with a spirited firecracker of a dog I call Zubi.. we were both completely soaked and completely covered in mud and a pure uninhibited joy.
Cant wait to make some more rainsoaked memories in the Mumbai monsoon..
