Rain Rain!!! Please go down the drain!!!

This is the time of the year when half the wall(the facebook one ofcourse) is drenched with news about rain. “Its raining in Ghatkopkar /thotanatukara/Mailaduthurai”. “Sipping coffee, listening to megadeath and watching the rain”(how original), playing football/kabaddi in the rain(how non-cheesy right?) et cetera. Even when one tries to call ones parents who live in the land of perpetual monsoon(read: Kerala), there is nothing to discuss but the rain. How much it rained, when it rained, where it rained, how long it rained, how long it will rain, why the train got delayed(yes. You guessed it right. The rain) , how the neighbour’s dog got a cold cos of the rain and a rain of other topics.
I stay at Mumbai. The rumours of rainfall from lands, far and beyond, started pouring in about two weeks back. And a couple of drizzles (whats milder than a drizzle btw?) here and there, triggered false alarms. And one fine yet grey evening, when one is least expected, PSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!(I know it doesn’t really sound like the rain, but make do for now).
The first shower was supposed to be a small trailer before the actual showdown. But no. Not in Mumbai. The clouds just didn’t want me to be high and dry. Not let me explain to my supersmart readers about my clever pun.
High- it was my bday and it is customary on the bday boy’s part to get drunk beyond senses along with his friends who would have a gala time watching the bday boy do the chicken dance and later sleep on the table of the closest McDonald’s . The mystery of how the bday boy gets to his bed and why there is a green bucket right next to it, still remains unsolved. Rain however spared me the entire ordeal.
Phone calls one receives for ones bday also revolve around rain.
Me: Hello.
Frnd: Hey!!! Happy Birthday Man. 
Me: thank you.
Frnd: So is it raining there?
ME: yes.
Frnd: Okay. Enjoy. Be in touch.
Me: Sure.
I remember myself looking at the sky while my colleague asked me, “Do you want an umbrella?”
I looked at the grey sky and said a very confident NO. Come on. I stayed in KERALA for God’s sake!! As a veteran monsoon specialist that I am, I knew there was no way it would rain in the next one hour. I could bet my life on it.
And I would have lost. I found myself stranded in the rain. No taxi and no umbrella. And let me tell you why Rain is not fun.
1.There is nothing which stinks more than a leather wallet after it gets wet.
2.I take my last statement back. There is nothing stink-ier than a pair of wet socks.
3.One takes the utmost care to not step in a puddle of mud but the driver of the vehicle passing by sure as hell doesn’t care about your shoes.
4.When you get the window seat in the bus, you almost always get the window which doesn’t close, or as in my case, no glass pane. (Interesting info: Indian Airlines have window seats with no window. Again, I was the lucky passenger. Yeay!!)
5.Rain always adheres to Murphy’s law. It inevitably rains harder when you step out.
6.Even if your electronic gadgets say they are water-proof on them, and you use them in the rain and eventually gets spoiled, Warranty doesn’t cover defects due to water.
7.And the best, Ones underwear and socks never dry fast enough.

Rain doesn’t give a dramatic effect but it sure does brings out the drama queen in all.