.. Something only gets better in the Rains

Something get better in the Rains... You may argue that this is the monsoon tag line for Essel World and Water Kingdom but hey I have never been to either of these places in the rains, in fact, haven’t been here in almost two decades. So can’t really say if they get better in the rains. Some may say making love gets better with the rains, but then I’ve never tried it, so have never known, but wouldn’t mind finding out (anyone up for an experiment???) What I do know is running in the park gets better in the rain.

Well it’s been pouring the whole night long so the park is all bright and clean, not to forget wet. The trees all bright and clean and green, dusting off the dust and grime accumulated through the extended summer. It finally feels like the Rain Gods took pity on us poor soul and decided give us the showers of blessings we need, respite from the heat and humidity.

Thanks to the continuous downpour, the dried up river beds now have a river flowing through it (and now you’ll have more morons in the parks coming to dirty and pollute it). The little rivulets running besides you, in all their gurgling glory, seem to be calling to you, challenging you to keep pace with them, like little fairies floating over them.

Thanks to the rains, the park is cool, not the sweltering pot of humidity that it becomes during the summer. The humidity is very much there (after all, there needs to be moisture in the air for it to rain, as explained to this dufus by Dylooo). Thankfully the heat is gone, in its place is that wet wet wet feeling. They say green relaxes the eyes, and here everywhere you look it’s pristine and green. So your eyes are totally, they are so relaxed that they are tired of relaxing. But the greenery is the sight for sore eyes (literally), as is the flowing stream.

You don’t need no music. Nature has its very own orchestra to make you run (and if you care to, dance) to its tune. The patter of the raindrops that keep falling everywhere, the gurgling of the rivulets, roar of the stream (thankfully not of the beast), the swishing of the breeze through the trees, the chirping of the birds, the croaking of the frog, the howling of the monkeys, the barking of the deer, and you splashing away through all the puddles (not wanting to run in the muck but risking getting your shoes and socks wet, as if they wouldn’t) all coming together to form their own tune, and nature conducting a multi-piece orchestra. And you can hear this orchestra in full flow if you listen carefully, over the din and chatter of your running buddies.

It may be raining but training still needs to be done, the slopes still have to be conquered, albeit the weather is much more pleasant from the last time you’ve run here. So you huff and you puff and you make your way through all the hill repeats at Kanheri, and the last time up Gandhi Tekadi, where you chance to meet a Neelghai, or two (for a moment I thought this was the official mascot of the Blueman Group, turned out to be not). And when you reach the top the sight of the misty hills, of course they aren’t mountain, take your breath away.

So you finally end your run, and try and cool down, as if the pouring rains heated things up so now you’ve got to cool it down. But as a runner (and a gymmer) you are pretty much aware that any activity heats things up (now don’t go getting ideas I say). So you leave the park hoping it continues to rain like this for the next couple of months, cause running only get better in the rain.