Monsoon

It’s early for monsoons here. The sky grows ominous dark. The black clouds roll in with the thunder overhead, and the juicebar guys on the street start rolling out the canopies. We all cram under them when the rains gun the street down. Thunder and lightning and the rain blows the wind so there’s no staying dry, even under cover. Air thick with moisture like sweat, and a steady sheet of rain hammers the pavement and nearly silences the city. And then suddenly it stops as suddenly as it began, and the traffic accelerates back to a fever pitch again, and the city is showered and ready for work.