Monsoon

It's mid afternoon in monsoonal delhi, and the air is alive. The sky is darkening as the wind gusts teasingly at dust covered trees. Birds of prey ride the wild currents as though they were rollercoasters, soaring high then plumetting to earth. And then it strikes, first as ominously big dollops of water, then as a fountain. Trees bend double and shake with the fury of childish tantrums. The wind and the rain become one as they send unsuspecting shoppers scurrying for cover. Everything and everyone stops and admires the unhinged power of nature. Later, the sky turns grey-green, the rain becomes less penetrating, and to the unaccustomed eye it is as if winter has descended. All is still and magic. The traffic consequences are another story!