The dark clouds were hovering the sky like the angels all set to fire their bliss on the earth. Thunder struck and I could see the lightening flashing across the clouds. The earth was singing its rain song, waiting for the first kiss of her lover. I looked out of the window and I could see my neighbors covering up their vehicles, collecting clothes hanging outside for drying, the kids running out and their mom’s running, shouting, cursing and yelling at them to get inside.
One more thunder, and came the rain followed by the chilly monsoon wind. The trees waved to welcome their friend. The atmosphere was filled with the chirping of birds. I could hear the symphony of the rain drops rattling on the roof. In a second, mom came running after me with an umbrella. I ignored her and stepped out of the gate. My friends were waiting there for me.
The streets were flooding with water. The cracks in the crust broke open and so did the gutters exposing what good work the municipality had done all year long. The poor were running here and there looking for a shelter. Their houses were flooding with rain water invading there roof. The government had promised them home at the time of election but it seemed like they will have to wait till the next one.
The rain was still pouring in full wrath. The streets were flooded with water reaching the knee height level. Here and there could be found, people hiding under the shop roofs, some trying to dare their way home with their hands tightly clutched to the umbrella, people pushing their vehicles half way through the water, bike riders testing their luck which eventually gave up with water reaching the engine. Children were running in the water splashing it all over others. A bunch of people joined them as they started pushing each other in water but at the same time careful enough to not let anyone go near the wooden fence marking the boundary of gutter. A couple of kids stepped out of their house with paper boats in their hands ready to set forth a new adventure.
At a distance could be seen a herd of people crowding the chai wala’s place. It was his lucky day. As more tea poured in, the little kid was running here and there with as much cups as he could carry. A little away from the crowd were the god blessed smokers, looking down the street with the thought of their loved ones buried deep in their hearts. More rain poured in hiding their tears as they starred jealously at the couple holding their hands, waiting anxiously for their boiled corn.
With the setting of the night, came the harsh facts that there were no lights, no TV and no internet and it was still raining outside. Dim lights could be seen coming out of the houses, a few of the recharged batteries and others of the candles. It was still cold outside as I took my last sip of coffee. The world was about to set in its own sanity.
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