Some seemed excited about the fact that “it rained while they were sleeping”, while some others seemed disappointed about the same fact.
Anyway, there is still hope of more rains/showers in the evening, with the dullness hung around as are the dampened spirits.
Rains, even these scanty ones, make me moderately crave for ‘pakodas’ (veggie-fries), but ever since I have turned weight conscious, my gluttony too has thankfully switched to a bake/grill mode.
Rains make me want to sleep endlessly, which I can do even without the showers actually. I am a sloth, have always been one, and am proud of it. But rains make it better, curling up under a warm blanket, drifting into sleep watching ‘Iron Chef America’, or ‘Master Chef Australia’, just about when the results are being announced. Somehow it makes me feel empowered, exercising the right to fall asleep just when you don’t have to. It’s like defying logic and taking my own, albeit inconsequential, personal decisions.
It might sound silly, but that’s what I thrive on: silly stuff.