October 18, 2006

October Rain

When you grow up in a hot sunny place, you dream of rainy cold days like today. Days like this make the city feel like the city. It is always this way I think. One of the greatest things I have ever seen was a group of Indian honeymooners from a small village on the Arabian Sea in the south arrive to a snowy mountain near Kulu Manali in the north. They had traveled for days first by bus and then by train and then by bus again. Upon arrival they all piled out into the snow without coats like excited schoolchildren. They threw vermillion powder on the brides, flowers at the grooms, made snow angels, and rolled around until everyone was thoroughly wet and freezing. But even so there were only smiles. On days like today with the tight scrums of black umbrellas and the rain and the wind I am like that—like someone from Pondicherry seeing snow for the first time.

posted at 01:30 AM by raul

Filed under: east coast


10/18/06 10:57 PM

scrums of black umbrellas - what a lovely observation. the posts about rain, children & storybooks make me think of one of my favorite children's books, umbrella, by taro yashima. thanks to that particular book, this desert rat grew up dreaming of rainy new york afternoons. yum.

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