Little Johnny wants to play

It rained again today. The child within me wanted to go out in the rain and get wet (I love the rain-drops falling on my face), but the adult mind prevailed. As a child, I used to love playing in the rain. Many a time I would walk back home when the school got over and it would be raining; without caring much for the books which got soaked lying in the school-bag. The rest of the afternoon (and the evening) went in getting them to dry under the ceiling fan :).

But that aside, I love the rain because I feel its magical: the vapor from various water bodies collecting in the sky and then pouring down on the earth. Had it not been for this little magic trick, I'm not sure if mankind would have thrived OR for that matter if life could have ever evolved the way it has. Every time it rains (okay, almost every time), I think whether this phenomenon takes place on any other planet (you see, I'm a sci-fi junkie).

...and to think of living without water (there's a 40% cut in water supply in Pune).