It was a long day and the heat had been cruel. Almost as if the Sun
was a tad bit closer. But the dusk seemed kind as it had the august
company of the clouds. Ah, that smell again, it must have rained in the
mountains. And you could almost hear the rains descending upon the town.
And there they were melodiously embracing us. I said to my driver,
"These rains, such a beauty. Don't you think?"
And his reply was as deep and musical as the rain itself. "The summer here is terrible. The humidity is cruel. Water coolers do not work at all. Air conditioners we can't afford. The fans won't run either with electricity playing hide and seek. It's only when it rains that we have pleasant weather at night. It's only when it rains, that we get a good sleep. For me, these rains are a bliss rather, don't you think?"
And his reply was as deep and musical as the rain itself. "The summer here is terrible. The humidity is cruel. Water coolers do not work at all. Air conditioners we can't afford. The fans won't run either with electricity playing hide and seek. It's only when it rains that we have pleasant weather at night. It's only when it rains, that we get a good sleep. For me, these rains are a bliss rather, don't you think?"
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