A friend of mine tells me that it will not rain after Ganesh Chaturthi. Rain has been the recurrent theme since last few months. Considering that it was rainy season, it's kind of obvious, and only I can think about cracking such meaningless jokes. We think about so many things when go out. Well, I must say, when I say we, I mean people who do not step into their car the moment they step out of their house and the repeatation the other way round. So people who are exposed in varying extents to the vagaries of nature, has so much to worry when they go out in their day to day life. Rainy season add one more item to it. People think, will it rain? do I need to carry an umbrella? People look out into the sky and try to predict the next hour or so, if it will rain.

There is something majestic and a certain sense of inevitability in the way the clouds build up. First it rumbles and then waits for few minutes. Some people don't get the signal, some get it. Anyway, clouds cannot care less who thinks what. Then it starts to drizzle. And then it starts to "rain", in the actual sense of the term. Big drops pounding on the earth making it wet in matter of seconds. When it changes from drizzle to rain, it almost seems to be apologetic, seems to saying, "Sorry, but I have a job to complete". People, who can help it, scramble for cover while clouds pour with a detachment only could be seen in the municipal worker watering the municipal parks. He cannot care less. He has to water the grass, he will water it and move ahead. After whatever time the cloud has been alloted it either stops or moves ahead. People again find their life back to normal, a tad less wet, and come out from their hidings.

A classmate of mine, names better left unsaid, had written "rainy season" as the favourite season. I had wondered at that time, that is it, within boundaries of sanity, possible for rainy season to be someone's favourite? It is far from being my favourite, but I am not sure that it will not come dangerously close to become one after a few more summers. Anyway who cares which is my favourite season. I am here to write inane articles and I will do just that. And look out of my window to the wet street, fresh trees (they like it after the rain, don't they?) and the floating clouds, and love life all over again.