Rain, Rain, Go Away… Or ‘આવ રે વરસાદ’ ? A Monsoon Musings

Ah, the monsoon. That glorious, or sometimes groan-inducing, season where the skies decide to have a good cry. Here in Ahmedabad, “rain and weather these days” is less a forecast and more a daily existential question.

One moment, it’s a humid hug, promising a downpour that never quite commits. The next, the clouds unleash their fury, turning roads into impromptu swimming pools and umbrellas into valiant, if often futile, shields. It’s a dance between anticipation and exasperation, a humid tango with Nature.

The wisdom of the ages tells us to embrace the rain, to find beauty in the petrichor and poetry in the puddles. And sure, there’s a certain charm to a good monsoon shower – the respite from the heat, the lush greenery, the excuse for a hot cup of chai.

But let’s be real, there’s also the wit of navigating waterlogged streets, the challenge of drying clothes, and the sheer unpredictability of it all. Will it be a gentle drizzle or a full-blown cloudburst? Will the power stay on? These are the modern-day riddles of the monsoon.

So, as the clouds gather and disperse, and then gather again, we find ourselves in this delightful, damp limbo. It’s a reminder that some things, like the weather, are simply beyond our control. And perhaps, that’s the real wisdom: to simply grab an umbrella, or maybe just a good book, and ride the wave. After all, what’s a little rain when you’ve got a whole season of it?

Vishal.