I'm not sure I like the rain anymore.
Yesterday, I forgot to take my umbrella, had to take a trishaw to the flat and then got frickckin' wet anyway, because my neighbour had a lorry parked down the lane and the trishaw couldn't negotiate the last 100 yards home.
I was wearing a red saree.
I discovered that the afore mentioned saree is not colour-fast.
I ended up trailing pinkish streams of water all the way along the living room, past the pantry and into the bedroom.
In an absolutely foul mood, soaked through, I tear off the offending saree and dump it in the laundry basket... failing to notice that two of Darlings light coloured office shirts are in it.
Saree has been banished from wardrobe.
On the positive side, the flat is no longer like an oven when I get home from work.
And heavy rains means we get less admissions. Of course it does mean that those who do come are the dead-or-dying. Sigh. Oh yeah, it also means that those who don't have a dry place to sleep in also get admitted. So no real difference in number of admissions... :S
The hospital corridors flood too... and I always get paranoid about worm infections and take vermox "just in case". It's not very nice squelching along, with damp hem of saree sticking to ankles. The lift guy advised me to keep my umbrella up even when walking the corridors "because Nona, the roofs were built only to keep the sun out, not the rain".
Yup, I think that settles it. I don't like the rainy season.