It was a hot sultry day, gusts of dry air driving people indoors... suddenly the skies greyed out, and clouds pregnant with rain descended on the city.
Looking out from the rear balcony over the river, with the Parvati temple in the distant background getting increasingly hazy with the strengthening rain - it was a beautiful sight, and I stood there for a long time, soaking in the lovely phenomenon we call rain! Very soon, dozens of happy, shrieking children started pouring out - from the slums on to the roads, and from the high rises into the balconies and terraces. Everyone was happy - on one terrace, a solitary girl broke into a jig, blissfully unaware of anything else. On another terrace, the children broke out into an impromptu game of football - sloshing in the water. A parrot screamed somewhere in delight - while the crows enjoyed their bath on the tree tops gently swaying to the tunes below our feet. An old lady pulled out her arm chair into the cramped space of her home's little balcony and sat down with her daughter-in-law, looking out in wonder at the rain.
Suddenly, everything looked just so beautiful!
Isn't it strange how the rains have such a spell-binding effect on everyone? Sigh, I miss the monsoons in Goa :(
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