Bombay Rains

<p>Being a Mumbaikar, the <i>most cliched topic that you can talk or write about are the Mumbai rains. </i><br>
<i>And falling prey to that trend, here is my ode to the weather that suits this city better than the name Mumbai. </i><br>
<i>Come June and the whole city pins it's life upon the MET predictions published in the newspaper. </i><br>
<i>"Pata hai? 3rd se hoga barish! Paper mein likha hai"</i><br>
I love every possible aspect of the torrential pre-monsoon showers. <br>
The yellow hue which the sky wears in the evenings as gigantic, grey clouds which seem pregnant with rain, gather. Yellow, then transforms into a beautiful orange. <br>
It seems like in those fleeting minutes before sunset, the city has been dyed in that orange colour. <br>
And as twilight descends, a light drizzle starts and before you know it the drizzle transcends into sheets of rain which come cascading down accompanied with flashes of lightning. </p>
<p>There are varying attitudes towards rain in this city, the working class has excessive disdain for rains because of the soaked appearance you have when you walk into your place of work after having been caught in an unprecedented shower.
For me though, that feeling of being soaked holds a special charm which can't be replicated by anything in the world.
And as long as I am going to be here, I'll keep loving each bit of it.