3:28 a.m :

My air conditioner lets out a slow cold gentle buzz as my ceiling fans clatters as it rotates at high speeds. These are the sounds of Mumbai in the summer; these are the sounds of a very early morning in Mumbai in the summer.

“Wait” – can you hear.
“My ears must be deceiving me that sounds just like rain”
I open my door and the smell or wet earth whisks me away into a sort of delirium.

It’s Raining.

It Rained in Mumbai. Sadly I’m telling you this before most people in Mumbai will ever know.