It was raining here in Toronto the last few days. Before that, it had been sizzling hot, July & August being the only time in Toronto when one might sweat, so the rains were a welcome break. The warm rains reminded me of the monsoons back home, which I can only hear about on the phone this year, so I was very glad indeed. We were visiting the 1000 Islands that weekend, and rain felt so good on the hot and sultry afternoon.
But thing with Canada is, the rains don’t really stay warm for long. By the end of 2 or 3 rainy days, the weather started getting decidedly chilly, the rains continued to pour and days remained overcast and dark. Fond as I may be of the rain, the fondness is mostly reserved for the good ol’ comforting Indian rain and this dreary damp weather was dragging my spirits down. I felt cheated. This was supposed to be summer. Summer is supposed to be warm. Why on earth is it already too chilly to even stand in the balcony without a sweater? Not fair! Cheating! My mood badly needed some picking up.