Thought Overflow

Generally, here’s how it rains in Jamshedpur.

First, the sky goes all dark…like sinister dark. Then, out of nowhere, the thunder starts rolling in, seemingly soft at first, but gradually going on to become the roar that echoes throughout the corners of the world. The wind picks up like a tempest possessed by the devil. Everything’s blowing away, doors are banging and trees are swaying like someone kissed life into them, and they want to dance like they’ll never be alive again. You look up at the sky, expecting something to happen, expecting that it’s going to pour like hell is going to freeze over. And then, after a little while…poof! The world starts returning to normalcy!

And no, the paragraph above wasn’t an exaggeration. This has happened multiple times over the course of the last few months here. Of course, in the first term, it was an exception, when it rained almost every day or every second day. Today was an exception too. Not only did the weather get romantically awesome (or awesomely romantic, if you want), but the clouds actually did precipitate, quenching the thirst of the parched earth and bringing down the temperature.

I’ve got my windows open, and there’s a nice cool breeze gently blowing in (bringing with it some uninvited little insects, though). I like this. I like the change in weather.

Yes, this has been a very random post, thank you for reading. Oh, and by the way, I decided to just check whether I had written a post about the smell of rain before. Turns out I have (search for “smell of rain” in the search box in the sidebar if you’re reading this on my blog). So, I avoided mentioning it. But I think I should mention, because it totally deserves to be mentioned, that the smell of rain is awesome.