November Rain

Its November. And its raining. Plus, Axl Rose is crooning (?) in my ear the famous song from which this post derives its name.

There is nothing to write about. Nothing except the rain. It has been raining (almost) steadily the last two days. All kinds of rain are on offer. 'Cats and Dogs' rain, 'steady downpour', 'in-your-face rain', 'from-the-side rain', 'drizzle', 'guzzle' 'bamboozle'. 'Rain with lightning', 'rain without lightning', 'rain with/without thunder', 'rain from above', 'rain from behind', 'dripping rain', 'gripping rain'...

When it rains, one gets wet. And the roads get muddy. Your bike becomes muddy as do your jeans. Your shoes change colour. Hell, even the face doesn't escape the fine shower of dirt escaping from the rear wheels of a passing truck or bus.

The dust gives way to mud. The steady tap of the raindrops on the helmet is accompanied by the squishing sounds made by the tyres on the mud. And the splash of the puddles. And the frantic manoevering to escape the flying sprays of 'airborne mud'.

The red coloured mud is the worst. Its too slippery. And the Public Works Department (who never do anything beneficial for the public) use it to cover up the potholes. It is fine during dry days but rain turns it into a slippery mass of accident-causing stretch. My broken left rearview mirror is a souvenir of one such encounter.

And it gets cold when it rains. The paddy gets destroyed too (I'll leave this for knowledgable folks to explain and elaborate). Cases of asthma and COPD predominate in the hospitals. The total number of cases are low (today's count: four). Multicoloured, warm clothes on sight everywhere. Warm, inviting fires by the roadside and at homes.

The warmth of your bed, the inviting sight of the blanket. A book in your hands, music in your ears. Ahhh!

See you later!!!