When the monsoon arrives

Weather experts are telling us that the monsoon is arriving in a day or two here. The monsoon is one season that we all eagerly wait for, whether in anticipation of the good, or the bad. But for me it feels strange. It feels strange to know that I will not be part of that flocking fleet of school students who huddle together early morning in the lashing rain, under the bare shelter of black umbrellas to attend the first day of another year at school. To no longer see open umbrellas in the classroom, or hear the sound of the windows shutting in the wind. To no longer have to jump across puddles and waddle through ankle deep water. To no longer be inside yellow school buses with shutters on. It feels strange to watch all of this from a distance and not be part of the experience. Sadly strange.