It rained this morning. In Mumbai it only rains between June and September. Deadening, depressing, gloomy rain.
But today was a cloudy, cloudy day when I left home. Dark clouds blotting out the over-hot sun that turns a Mumbai morning from morning-sun-pleasant to god-its-hot HOT. Dark clouds are supposed to be foreboding of doom, aren’t they? Somehow I like cloudy days, especially cloudy mornings. I hate the rains though.
Cloudy mornings are almost like the heaviness that has come to a peak and will crash any minute and you’re standing at the very edge of it, ready to fall with it, gloriously, deliriously into restful, submissive darkness. Isn’t that weird now?
It only rained for a few minutes. Enough to make the roads damp and turn the weather sticky. But the sun is out now, joyously bright. There’s sunlight on the dirty puddles, reflecting off so bright, it’s virtually blinding the drivers and passers-by in a gleeful
Look!!!!! I’m here! It’s morning! We’re all alive!!
Very much joyful. I love the weather today.