It was a normal-looking monsoon afternoon. It hadn't been raining for days, even though it was cloudy. I was taking a walk outside. I wasn't anticipating any rainfall, so I went without an umbrella. After a few strides, I found out that my instincts were wrong, in other words, it had started raining. Well, there was no point in grousing about it so I started to enjoy the rain and go with the flow. I could hear the nice pitter-patter noises the rain made. Many people were running helter-skelter in the rain, worried more about getting wet than enjoying themselves. The smell of rain was in the air. I did the rain dance and jumped in some puddles. As I started to go home, the grass, hills and trees had turned green, as if a fairy had touched them and turned green, even before you could say "running in the rain." Finally I reached home where I dried off and foresaw the truly normal-looking monsoon afternoon.
