Rain!

It rained yesterday evening! I was watching the Aviator on TV when things started happening. Leonardo DiCaprio had just pulled himself out of his depressed, paranoid funk and turned the tables on Senator Brewster when the lights fizzled and the TV went out.

Outside, a strong wind was blowing dust everywhere. It didn't smell like rain. I went back inside, determined not to get my hopes up. The wind flirts with me often and I've been tricked by it before.

This time, though, the wind was serious and it delivered. Rain came half an hour later, splattering on the streets angrily. But no one else was angry; we were busy indulging ourselves in the cool, wet breeze, drenching our bodies in the rain.

It rained till evening, and the electricity was intermittent: Auntie had to cook by candlelight. But all that didn't matter--the monsoon has finally, finally arrived in Jodhpur and I'm looking forward to cooler days for the rest of my stay.

This morning, I woke up sweatless. It was glorious!