"Come on, let's go for a little walk in the street," dad said to us.
We had just finished our nightly movie ritual and it was quarter-past eleven. "The weather is really nice. Looks like it's going to rain!" he exclaimed as he went outside.
"Let me just grab my mask," I said happily, always ready for a walk.

"You two go, I'll join you after a couple of minutes. I have to take my medicines," mum said as I stepped outside to join dad. The weather, indeed, was amazing. Leaves were swaying in the breeze and the oncoming rain could be smelt in the air.

Just as we crossed two houses in the street a big water drop hit me on the head. Tap tap tap. Taking courage from the 'first jumper' and following its lead a few others left their airy abode and free falled towards the ground, pat on our heads, but we weren't dissuaded from the walk.

"These people have dug up so many pits here! All these will be filled up with water now, and they will put the work on hold for three days," dad complained, annoyed at the several ditches dug up by workers for a telecom company in the afternoon.

By the time we reached the end of the street it started to drizzle.
"Ohho! We're gonna get wet! Let's go back," dad said, increasing his pace.
Barely five seconds passed and the drizzle turned to raining. "Let's run!" I exclaimed, lauhging.

We reached our home and sat down on the chairs in our verandah, enjoying the pitter-patter of raindrops falling on our tin shed. The atmosphere was perfect for fantasizing, and that is what I was doing as my mum came outside to join us.

"We had to run to save ourselves from getting completely soaked," I giggled.
"Yes, I saw from the balcony," mum laughed. "Those poor workers were sleeping out in the open, on their tractors and machines. I saw them hurry under the tractor. After working the whole day they had slept here itself."