The monsoon season has arrived in Bombay. Last night a thunderstorm raged for an hour or so, the lightning flickering off and on long after the rains ceased, and again this morning the rains beat down on the city. For some reason the rains have made me inexorably happy. People are supposed to get depressed when they can't see the sun, but today I feel as though some great weight has been removed from my shoulders and I want to dance and sing in the rain. Undoubtedly in a few weeks I'll be miserable when the rain doesn't stop, but for now call me Gene Kelly.
As a side note, many happy returns to Diego Velazquez ... he would have been 409 years old today!
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Girl, I've said it before and I'll say it again, you have to read The Poisonwood Bible. Although I will say that the feeling in that book when the rains start is not one of joy, but the rain is very, very symbolic of change...it is what your post reminded me of. Anyway, stay dry, mama!
Oh, and we love Diego around here!
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