A rainy day, now and then, here and there.

The season of rain was formally announced in last weekend and promptly the rains arrived on Saturday. There is a unique and inimitable beauty about rain when it falls on desert lands. The bleached roads acquire a new coat of tar and little saddlepoints on concrete sidewalks that were heretofore invisible are pools of lustrous reflections shooting back a thousand hidden glances. The flattened white half-smoked rolls of cigarettes die a soggy and inglorious death while the orange ends that behold the pucker of their owner's lips smoulder brightly. The fall leaves and their patron flowers meld into a grimy paste of sharp organic pungency as water and sloshed footprints squelch them. The space that formerly belonged to the San Gabriel is suddenly vacant and filled with grey ambiguity. With no wind in sight, the droplets are vertical in descent and slant increasingly towards the hurried passer-by and therein is a message from above to savour what little the heavens have to offer.

By a curious parallel effect, the delayed Southwesterlies arrived in Madras at about the same time and managed in the rarest of rare occurrences to rain out what might have been an interesting final day's play.

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