Heavy Rains and Thunderstorms, Enjoyed it??

Dark evening, heavy rains, shuddering thunder and lightning.... does it remind you of a pretty stupid horror scene from a flop horror movie or some romantic songs from all time hit romantic dramas? To some it may also mean looking out of the window of their home with a cup of steaming coffee and some pakodas with a shawl around them. To some other, it might mean cancelling some plans of an outing. Every Indian loves the first rain after the scorching heat of summer, especially, if there are extra bonuses like hailstorms. But how do you think a girl would see this wonderful, oh so romantic rain, from the glass window of a bus stuck in dead traffic when she has a long way to go? Let me explain you.

First it feels “wow! I love this rain. It looks so beautiful. Everything feels so fresh.” Relieved that I was at the first sight of rain, from the fact that it would be cool again, little did I realize that this relief is so short lived. As the skies loosened their grips, the roads tightened theirs on the water. After all the dry roads are flooding with their darling water after such a long time, how could they just let it drain down the already damped drainage systems? Now to enjoy this show of affection, the super-cars and 100 yrs aged buses start breaking down bringing the folks to be the victims of this slaughter of emotions. Office returning guys and girls (like me) who deliberately forget their only weapon against this weather (umbrella) at home are forced to be engulfed by the brutal waters which drench them to the core. And they are strangled in between roads at equally far distance from their respective residence.

So what do you think would be their opinion about this poetic rainfall? Don’t you think their hearts will be overwhelmed by their happiness to be wet to their bones in such rain? If it’s a Friday, may be some would enjoy at the end. But if it’s a Monday? They know they have to get back soon so that they can prepare themselves for the next day ahead. But they can feel slowly their bag is starting to drip. They have their laptops in their bags, but they simply can’t help it. They feel so very helpless and desperate that they would take any possible means available to get to shade and back home. In this strive to take desperate measures, girls suffer the most.

Finally when they get back to the safety, dryness, warmth and comfort of their homes, they are dead exhausted and perhaps hate the rain for all the distress they had to face because of it. Some of them may even wish there would be no rain at all. Some cleverer merciful beings would think it should rain in the nights only that too in the weekends so that their plans won’t be hampered.

Doesn't it take just one incidence and a few hours to turn emotions and opinions absolutely opposite? I started this article by the talk of love and romance but at the end a very horrendous picture of rains in Indian cities came out. Strange but true, isn't it?