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RAIN CATEGORIES!!!??? :D
I have this weird habit of categorizing and organizing things. Since I loooove rains, this thought just crossed my mind while in the bus, during the monsoons in Mumbai and what better roads than vashi bridge….haaaa
Although this might seema l’l “aiiing” at first, I am sure you’d b able to relate to it 
The first type “I’m there” It starts with small droplets, one where some of them gently wet your face and some fall on the tar roads giving them a polka dot like design. One which makes you feel its subtle presence….the coolness in the air and the vernal freshness that it brings around you. Almost mystic! One where you don’t have to use your car’s wipers, not have to open your umbrellas and not bother about the muddy waters. A good-natured serene, mother like rain which makes you sing a ‘cloud no 9’ or ‘goonji si hai’ and tempt you for a walk down the road with the open sky and its mild shower.
The second type “Catch me if you can” very annoying ones. Unpredictable and almost sardonic since when you are convinced that it aint gona rain i.e. you pack your umbrellas inside a cover and deep into your bag…..you step out and LO!!! Rains are there literally out of the blue….And by the time you manage to fetch your umbrella and open it (that’s when the button gets stuck too!!) the impish rains are gone leaving you drenched!! On the same lines, when you are waiting at the bus-stop it rains, when you get into the bus, it stops!! Its like this five year kid playing on off on off…making the weather humid, damp and should I say us confused!!
The third type “YAWN, a ya I’ll come” most vapid and sultry one. Where it seems like the black clouds is carrying a burden of having to bump into each other and rain for us. Like a lazy fellow who hasn’t opened the shower tap properly. You hear the irritating composition of “tap tap tap’ hitting the roofs of your balcony with the able support of the pigeons flapping their wings till you develop a headache. The atmosphere is neither conducive for hot bhajji and chaai nor for shopping outside. Its lying in between making the surrounds gloomy and sleepy, like hearing a song when the walkman’s battery has gone low……draggy, drappy, crappy hehehe
Last but certainly not the least “Take this, take that and take more” the fighter rains. Bringing lightening and thunder along, it’s this angry young man answering to all those whiners who complained of water shortage. You fold your pants up, carry a chaaata or wind shea…..there’s no escape. Raging sky mercilessly pouring its anger out. Its when you want to call home, but they wont allow you to remove your cell lest your cell conks off…you want to run home but the umpteen number of puddles and flooded streets…you can only swim through them taking diseases along with you…sluggish water…you want to drive fast but the speed of rain much greater than the speed of your wipers. It’s the time when the BMC is cursed, any mobile network is not good enough, potholes are at every half a step, parents are tensed…..chaos!! Once done, when the day ends, the clouds seem calm, smiles and asks…”Howzzzaaat??”
Mumbai rains give you such a variety….jai ho to Mumbai monsoons!!!