When it rains in Delhi...

I have been writing several posts on what are the monsoon recommendations or wishes or things I like to do, but I have not mentioned one thing that I love the most.

The thought of it takes me back to childhood when my raining meant my mother scolding me.

Although not much has changed. Now my mother laughs at it or sometime joins me.

It is getting drenched in rain.

Seldom there is a heavy rain in Delhi. Most of the time it is just a drizzle or a small shower. A heavy rain after hours of cloudy dark sky has its own charm.

Clouds like those puts everyone in action. People leave work early, housewives start preparing snacks or takes clothes off the line. Everyone is preparing themselves for hours of rain. But I begin to dream. 

I change into my comfortable clothes and wait for it to actually rain. And when it does, I step out on my terrace, first hugging myself and then opening my arms and embracing the water force.

Small, fierce, cold, needle like drops the hit the skin with force and make it irresistible to rub the skin.

Small puddles of water, jumping in them and splashing leads to songs.

Water and songs have certain connection. There are bathroom singers, I am a rain singer. To sing a nice song while I jump, hop and dry my face every two minute comes naturally.

Drag the person around, mostly my mother or just dreaming about a loved one being along is what comes in the package.

In the end, after I have had my heart full (that doesn't happen usually because the rain stops) I like to take my mug of chai and stand in the balcony.

Have you ever tried? My suggestion is, if you haven't as an adult, pleas go ahead and revive your childhood.

Ps. I would love to hear your experience and thoughts on getting soaked in rain.