Nothing beats waking up, warm and all snuggled up under the quilt to see rains lashing against the window sill... It just motivates you to sleep on... ignore the alarm clock, forget the strong hypnotic coffee strains in the air and just go back to bed knowing all is wet outside...
I have never quite managed to capture the eloquence, symphony or relish that accompanies watching raindrops plink to the ground... To stay dry and enjoy the sight is an unbeleiveable experience, heightened where there's a strong coffee, a day off from work and hot pakodas or bajjis on the house... A great book and a comfy cushion and I am all set for the day!
The dark green trees seem to contrast so wonderfully against a greying sky, somehow it always brings on memories of weekend oil baths - maybe the glistening droplets falling of the leaflets... the world looks waxed and glorious under the downpour...
when it rains, it pours... especially a water starved place like Chennai... Incessant and infrequent rains and severe depressions last a lot longer than they do elsewhere... the streets tranform into water pools with puddles to splash muddy water onto innocent bystanders, umbrellas of all shapes colors and sizes are up and about as you manourver your way through th throngs... getting hit by a stray branch or two is also not ruled out... and should you get handed some droppings from crows - consider yourself blessed!
The whizzing vehicles splash out copious amounts of stagnant rain water as people rush to work, apart from the primary colors (red, yellow , green) no others from the spectrum are of much avail as the water mellows down everything but the brightest and boldest of the lot... as long as you don't catch a cold or fever or any other bug, you should be reasonably fine... Just grab an umbrella, dig out the more foul looking pair of floaters your own and make you way out into the world...
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