There's something oddly inspiring about the first rain of the season. Of course, my first reaction to rumbling noises outside, living in the area that's the hot favorite for an earthquake to hit if, God forbid, one should ever hit Karachi, is to wonder why it is I can hear rumbling and feel no movement in the ground. Earthquake eliminated, the next likely choice is that there must have been some sort of bomb blast again (refer to past double KFC bombings in the area) or possibly some other major hotspot on fire (refer to Salt 'n Pepper Village catching fire late one night recently). Spotting no flames or stream of smoke on the horizon, nor any signs of people coming out of their homes with panic, I finally wander outside and discover that it's rain! Good old, harmless rain! Can you blame me for standing in the rain and smiling like an idiot?