“How beautiful is the rain
After the dust and heat
In the broad and fiery street
And the narrow lane
How beautiful is the rain…”
The first drops of heavenly nectar fall freely from the dark grey clouds leaving the soil wet, the trees green, the air fresh with the natural fragrance and the breeze cool. The farmers rejoice at last and the plough is employed, the bulls thrust through the wet earth. Sadly, now the mangoes will disappear There is a new freshness and enthusiasm in the atmosphere.
But in a city like Mumbai, rains mean a lot of problems, they become an easy excuse for absolutely anything. Rains are the reason for people to be impunctual, reason for not doing homework (no electricity :D), easy reason for missing your school/college/office, reason to curse the government for not doing their job of keeping the city clean, reason for kids to play, reason for a garam garam chai or a plate of bhaji, reason to be dreamy, reason for traffic jams and for trains to be late.
Rains are generally associated with hoards of problems. Hardly will you find people enjoying the cool breeze and the rains in Mumbai. Hardly will any be seen just standing in the rain instead of running for shelter, many will be seen with screwed up faces. Rains are always blamed for something or other: not starting on time, for being early than expected, for it rained less than expected or more than expected.
But neither the less the rains are always welcomed after the dry hot summers. And in a country like India monsoons are like spring, where the entire world is painted green as in a dream and even if most people will have problems with it..it is still the most beautiful season of India.