Rain or shine

What is your favorite type of weather?

“From heat comes life, from rain comes renewal; the wise see all seasons as part of the Divine play, yet act with care in the world they build.” — inspired by the Bhagavad Gita

The day began with a burning sun, stretching across the sky like a test of endurance. The heat pressed down on the roads, softening tar, widening cracks, and tiring every traveler who dared to move beneath it. Yet, in that heat, there was a strange comfort i felt unseen, untouched, as though the world had faded its gaze.By evening, the sky shifted.

Clouds gathered without warning, dark and heavy. Then the rain came—not gentle, but fierce. It poured like a release, washing the heat away, but also revealing everything that had been ignored.

The drains choked with rubbish. The rivers too shallow to carry the burden. The roads, already fragile, now breaking apart like scattered pieces of a puzzle.

I was there, behind the wheel.The roundabout ahead had turned into a pool of uncertainty. Water rose across the road, swallowing its shape. A car stood helpless, half-submerged. A 3-ton lorry pushed forward slowly, its engine roaring against the flood, searching for higher ground. Police had blocked the way, their barricades standing like silent warnings.

Other drivers turned back. Some hesitated. Some rushed.But I paused. Instead of forcing my way through, I turned the wheel—left, then right—choosing a quieter road. A longer path. A safer path.

The rain still followed me, but the flood did not. As I drove, i saw the contrast.On one side, large houses stood tall and untouched, their lights glowing warmly. In between these roads beneath struggled—cracked, uneven, patched too many times by too many hands. It was as if the road itself was tired, carrying the weight of neglect.And yet, i kept driving.

The storm did not stop me. The broken road did not trap me. I moved forward—not perfectly, but wisely.In that moment, something shifted.

The heat was not my enemy.The rain was not my enemy.

They were simply doing what they were meant to do.It was human carelessness that turned rain into danger and roads into traps. And still, even within that, I found a way—not through force, but through awareness.That night, i reached home safely.

My favorite weather was no longer just sun or rain. It was the moment I understood both.

“Established in awareness, perform my duty with balance; for harmony in action brings peace, even amidst chaos.” — inspired by the Bhagavad Gita