"மழை கவிதை கொண்டு வருது, யாரும் கதவடைக்க வேண்டாம். ஒரு கருப்பு கொடி காட்டி யாரும் குடை பிடிக்க வேண்டாம்."

Welcome my dearest friend, 'the master of inconveniences, the mischief-monger, the miracle who can make and break, the racist who targets humans, the lover who literally sways one off his/her feet,' - Mr. RAIN or Mr. MONSOON - he who manages to make a fashionable entrance when least wanted - there you are -there you are, knocking the metropolis out of breath. I am among those very few who enjoy you a lot, despite your selfish attitude. I enjoy the drama you happen to stage.

• The otherwise sleeping-in-your-porch dog, skittering hither and thither looking like a cute furry goat.
• The friendly oldies of the neighborhood who usually complain about politics going to the pigs, cribbing against themselves standing in the shades of their terrace where the opponent has a view to their smiling faces but cannot hear their voices.
• The rash-driving driver, driving (more) rasher-still, going cranky for every drop that falls on him.
• The person who cant afford anymore shoes walking barefoot with the formal-shoes dumped inside his bag that's protected by the umbrella.
• The all-drenched girl in the signal, who gets off her bike, opens her bike-hood keeping an eye-out for the red-signal not-to-change -to-green, while picking out a 10 rupees bill to hand it over to an elderly, sightless person, whose tears were leaving streaks that even the rain could not wash away along its course.
• The mother picking up and scolding the cute little fella for jumping up and down in the mud, while wiping him with her wet saree.
• The roadside romeo getting caught wen trespassing  a red light. The romeo is not one to usually get caught but today's the day where our beloved traffic cops wear a rain jacket over their uniforms and hurrah-the rat's in the trap.
• The kiddies who stay back as the government lets them to and the office-goers who stay back on their own, questioning, "Do they expect me to swim out there. I got umpteen SLs, so who cares? :) ".
• The household helps who usually turn-up twice a week make this week a null-turning-up week cos they cant wade through water and i totally agree with them.

 The lists longer but let me wrap it up. Mr. Rain, however bad u are, how many ever losses you bring about, how much ever unpredictable you are, you are the one who warm our hearts up with just a steaming mug of coffee and a blanket to curl our toes in. Just watching you out of the window is enough to make hearts soar high with lovely thoughts and faces blossom with smiles. You dont burn holes into the pockets for air-conditioners and you certainly dont irritate me. Consider this a rain-dance and try being Mr.Punctual for we love you that way.