Cool rain drops ,”Wow”thought strikes with excitement. It reminds of farmers ploughing and sowing seeds for growing crops, the thing that people work day and night for. No wonder we can’t enjoy these things residing in busy street with puddles, pollution caused by vehicles of our very own Katmandu After unbearable summer season the showers from sky makes me feel as I am having showers of joy. Each drop worth million dollars.
Like me, most of my friends too love this season. Whenever my “bhai”sees black clouds in the sky bringing up excitement of showers he never misses to say “Today weather has challenged got to go for psycho jhol (mo:mo)”every one loves to have hot tea in this type of weather .Rain drops pattering on the roof brings up wonderful music and birds sing with it. Beautiful songs have been created addressing this nature of Mother Nature. There are numerous romantic,tragedic songs based on the rain drops..
I recall Daz saying “Asare mahina ma pani paryo rujhaune…” tragedic song yet so so heart touching…& i totally agree on that Daz..it is the fact that the song is based on the rainy season… 
and this is how Jaz goes” Sawan barse tarase dil…” is the first and foremost striking song with the first rain drop..so romantic!!!
For me there are uncountable numbers….from Thank you to Rain is falling chama cham cham…
I love the drizzling environment but there is something annoying, and that is puddle with rainwater mixed with drainage nearby. I, being resident around Ason, know that the narrow street during this season is unimaginable.
I always have to catch microbus for my college from Jamal and in this season, I struggle really very hard to save myself from splashes and muddy piles .I jump here and there, balancing myself in order to save my shoes getting my socks wet, which is the worst part, and drainage system of this area,”alas”no outlet for water collected in the puddle and splashes by young bike-riders are usual. This incident makes one annoyed but it embarrasses rather when everybody stares and their eyes speaks with satisfaction” Thank God, the splash was on her, I am safe”. At that time I consider may be my luck today is so-son or difficult, it is just bad start of my day and I console myself. Sometimes the condition is so worst that water is collected is such a way that there is no other option except going across this muddy one feet swimming pool paddling by legs with jeans. No wonder while doing so we knock upon rocks beneath and forced ahead falling, anyhow we balance by kneeling down till then whole body would have nice swim of smelly drainage water.
Till then already late for college, running with full energy without caring about splashes of muddy drops made by our own feet over our dress. When we enter microbus fully wet, everybody staring and even one won’t be able to sit comfortably on seat. As he microbus leads to our destination heartfelt of curses are expressed for those politicians who claims that road transportation is important infrastructure of development who have forgotten to pave the heart street of Katmandu( Kathmandu Metropolitan city ho re…is it some kind of joke!!) not to talk about inaccessible remote parts of the country.
