The story of a yellow umbrella

Mom still insisted that I take no chance.
“It indeed is pretty mom, but it’s a little too huge for me to carry.”
“Don’t worry. The sky looks pretty clear. Doesn’t seem to rain today. You can leave your umbrella at home” said my sis pointing out to the watch indicating that I’m getting late to school. Reluctantly, mom let me go without my yellow umbrella.
As I stepped out of the building I felt a drop of water falling on my forehead. “Vaish, I think its drizzling. See?” I said pointing out to the wet patch on my temple.
“Please Pavz. Its from the trees” she said as they had already been fortunate to witness the showers before me.
I wiped it off n hurried to the bus stop. I was content to see a blue sky clear enough to convince myself that I was correct though a part of me sensed the hoax consolation. It was much cooler than the days that went by. The weather seemed very pleasing. The little kids who boarded the bus added to the serenity of the joyous atmosphere. All the while in the bus I hoped and prayed that it didn’t rain. I sat in my usual place next to the window letting the cold wind gently brush my arm.
Just as I was about to reach my destination a cluster of dark clouds gathered and drops of water washed my elbow. Mom’s instincts were proven right. She is Mom afterall! It was my first date with the monsoon this year. Instead of greeting the blissful drops of life I whimsically shut my eyes and made a quick prayer for the rain to stop before I could get down from the bus. It surprisingly did. Still seemed to drizzle, very faintly though. I got down from the bus and hurried my way to school. My school is at a 5 minutes’ walking distance from the bus stop. 3 minutes at the speed I was in! As I half ran-half walked to school the drizzles intensified and no sooner it started raining heavily. We were a bunch of over confident kids and adults without umbrellas. We all took shelter under a huge tree on the way. Regardless, we all got drenched. I was getting late to school and decided to walk in the rain as I had no intensions of getting punished on the second day of school. As I walked in the rain I started enjoying it. I unleashed the kid in me, killing all inhibitions and kicked around the puddle of water and danced my way to school, rediscovering the innocence of a lost childhood. The wind slapped my face hard to make me realize what I had been missing the entire year. I stretched my hands out and said to myself in an almost inaudible voice “I missed you rains. Welcome back!”