Here are my favourite complaints about the rain. This is by no means exhaustive and is subject to your ad libbing, dear reader.
When it rains, trains go to for a hike. Yesterday I spent around four hours in the train, and today, it was worse. Guess railways weren't meant to keep up with this sudden shower from the heavens. Oh! time tables are for fools. We can always explain that a cable broke or a rail got fractured.
Sweeper take a break from their busy schedule (which is to say they do even less than they used to do before, which was nothing). They have a few pegs of the local brew and go into hibernation when the frogs come out of hibernation, methinks. What else explains the mountains of garbage everywhere, the plastic, the paper, the fruit peels, the waste, waste, waste....
Cops also go on vacation to nearby hill stations I guess. What else explains the hawkers who have besieged the underpass at V.T.? They are not to be seen anywhere.
As with cops, with rickshaw drivers too. It's their favorite time of the year. You pay a hefty fine with the fare or, "Jaon rasta pakdo. Nahin jayega kidhar. Hamari marzi."
More to come....