Rains stopped, after showering heavily for almost an
hour, leaving roads flooded with people and water. To avoid another possible
showering, everyone was trying to move faster. The pouring had stopped from above and had started from sideways now.
Those armored with umbrella's were walking like the kings and the
queens, being as rare as the kings and the queens in
today's times. Not to their surprise, people were looking at them with
very much respect! Unfortunately, the bikers and cars were from first world
countries, so had least time and respect for them all.
A small showering disturbed all the setting for a while, but left the road colorful, with umbrellas mushrooming in some corners. Umbrella's, though were few, all had there own identity. Those beautiful, colorful and flowery umbrella's were flaunting at the black ones; the three-folds, which came suddenly from nowhere, made the taller ones feel inferior. Sudden winds made the later ones feel bit better though.
Those with umbrella were walking happy as it rained, while others were busy finding a hideout. Excited were the ones drenching in the rains.
And just round the corner, there were some kids. Shouting at each other in joy and playing with the water accumulated on the pavement. A simple game they were playing...kicking water at each other...one at a time...no complains...no umbrella's...not bothered about "bothering"
Just being in that moment...fully.
Soaking, in sheer rain of joy.
Soaking, in sheer rain of joy.
