Wet Wet World

Pune sometimes makes me feal like the rain god. It's always raining. I might have done better to get a water scooter rather than the scooter scooter.
Firaq said "Hawain woh nahin chaltein, woh barsaatein nahin hotien". Trust a fellow Allahabadi to put the finger on the pulse. Indeed, while it may rain, and rain like a politician gathering money, here; the romance of those great rains of childhood is missing.
I remember those early day rains. It used to rain heavily in Allahabad. A couple of hours of downpour and the kitchen garden would submerge. There was the courtyard that was even lower lying and water will be more than a couple of feet deep. We would float a discarded jeep tyre and float in it. Or put out paper boats that would quickly sink under the weight of raindrop but it was fun none the less.
Frogs et all will croak, insects especially ants invade all dry areas, electricity cut off but who'd mind? Rains after those hellish summers were indeed manna from heaven. We'll run out, get wet and dirty, came back in, wash up, have those pakoris often with tea, play games especially when the schools would declare a rainy day.
Those were simple days; life was uncomplicated and almost achingly beautiful.