My first rain
In Varanasi in 2009, and every year before and since, locals lived long months of dry and raspy warmth, waking up in a sweat, napping away the long afternoons. I was in awe of the heat and how people continued to work and to function within the boundaries of the weather.Then on a day in June, after weeks of a growing wind, the cloud cover grew thick. The birds grew erratic and began screeching and the river grew jagged and choppy. It started to rain, and all of the adults ran inside, and all of the children ran outside despite scolding, and I was still in awe.