A class in monsoon
10:15, 22.06.2019
It is 4 minutes past 10. It started raining, but it only lasted a minute; then it continued again. No one was paying attention to the math teacher who was going on and on about, well, math. The rain has now reduced to a drizzle. It is slowly decreasing. My friend, again, can’t help but look out of the window every other second, again hoping to capture it. The rain is fluctuating, between little sprinkles and drizzles. The boys sitting behind us can’t shut up. ‘The rain is increasing.’ They were occasionally cracking jokes, overhearing them, I can’t help but chuckle. It is cats and dogs now. And it decreased a bit. I love the rhythm of the rain. I only wish I can go, and sing and dance my heart out. All of a sudden, everything looked better. The plants and greens looked greener. The buildings looked better. I can’t help but watch the beauty of monsoon in awe.