It rains almost every day on the island. This was such a welcome change when I first came here from the driest city in India.
In Delhi, dark clouds would take over the sky, howling sandstorms would blow for hours. It would look like the sky was going to part and the city would drown in what would come pouring down. But. It would then proceed to rain in drips and drabs and be over in a few minutes.
In my mind this phenomenon reflected the nature of the people in Delhi. They make a lot more noise than their actions can live up to. It’s always Do you know who I am? Do you know who my daddy is? Do you know what I can do to you? Most of the time they are bluffing.
In the island, it just gets a bit dark and then within minutes, it’s pouring cats and dogs. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes for days. This, I think is a lot like the people here. Quiet and reserved but you never know what you’re going to get.
So, long story short, Umbrellas and Raincoats are now a part of my life all over again. And this constant rain is wreaking havoc on my mood.