Monsoon thoughts

The monsoon arrived early this year. I'm sitting on the balcony watching the rain hit the neem tree. Mumbai transforms during the rains — the dust washes away and everything turns impossibly green. My chai is getting cold but I don't care. I've been thinking about my father. He used to say the rain is God's way of telling us to slow down. I've been running too fast lately. Chasing deadlines, promotions, some idea of success that I'm not sure is even mine. The rain doesn't care about any of that.