A few minutes ago, my time, I could hear the rains. The first rains in my city.
It is a sound so soothing and yet potent. I felt drenched. I smelled the earth. I tasted the bhutta (corn-on-the-cob) as it gets roasted on a slow open fire. I touched the wet window grilles and experienced rust on my fingers. I saw the trees blurred.
I wish everyone could share these passing showers with me.