I love the rains; as long as I am in my house or in a car which is smoothly moving. My love for the sun, rain and everything in between is very subjective.  I have moved from one hot and humid place to another hot and humid place so you can understand why I am cranky most of the time. Except when it rains. The sound of rain drops falling on the ground, leaves of trees rustling in the wind, the fresh smell of water on the ground, I love it all.

Yesterday it rained heavily through the day. While I was wading through ankle-deep water on the roads holding my umbrella like a lifeline, I was taken back to my school days. Of course, the water on the road wasn’t ankle-deep. Owing to the weirdly inappropriate drainage system, it used to be knee-deep. We would cross the waters, keeping our school uniforms and bags somehow dry, get to the school bus stop and wear our shoes for school. This was our routine for almost three years of rainy season.

Lucky for Little Miss, she doesn’t have to face such brutal drainage. Cities are smarter now, so all the rain water on the road usually goes down in a few hours. So it’s not too much of a bother for anyone.

Like me, Little Miss too loves the rain. I make sure to take her out in the rain a few times every year. I love watching her enjoying getting wet in the rain. While she tries to catch the falling drops, I catch her smile for my happy memories. In a way, we are both making core memories.

Sometimes, I take her out on the balcony of our flat, sometimes outside on the roadside so she can enjoy the rain and I can keep an eye on her. Even when she is wearing the raincoat, she makes sure to get some water on her face while taking a walk when it’s raining.