The first rain of the season fell in Lahore. First, because the earlier rains were just a trailer of rain. We don't take into account the rains that blow the soil, throw the leaves here and there and leave only a light layer of mud.
The rain in Lahore is the kind of rain that you are sitting in front of the pedestal fan with your tongue stuck out from the heat, you are counting the steps to go to Naran Kaghan and the earth and sky are spewing fire when suddenly a gust of wind comes.
There is something in this gust that makes you startle. The nostrils begin to flare and Najane is compelled by some instinct to say to a bystander: 'It's going to rain.'
Often, at such a time, the meteorological department has said that the next two days will be hot and dry, but you are happy with this breeze and clean the drains of the house. The sun is the same as usual, but it seems that the sun has darkened.
Not even half an hour after this wind passes, a dust storm from the north blows away shoppers, knocks down signboards, breaks branches, enters the streets and markets of Darana.
While running, closing the doors and windows, the whole house becomes dusty. The clothes on the alginia fly to the neighbor's house and their double pajama sets fall on your lawn.
The heart of black clouds cover the sky as they take off the large and dry fruits kept to dry on the roof. A loud roar is heard and soon these thick drops start to fall.
Along with the smell of rain comes the screams and laughter of children. The limit is that people like me even come out of the house to see the first rain.
The beauty of Lahoris is that no matter how heavy the rain is, they do not use umbrellas. We understand only one reason that taking an umbrella in the rain with such vows is an insult to the rain.
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For the first hour of rain, we danced and jumped and were surprised as if we had never seen rain before. Then, as evening falls, the light disappears and the rain comes down harder and harder. A little anxiety begins. The first status seems to be against WAPDA.
In the meantime, there is news that water has come into such and such a room. While taking out the water, it is noticed that the rain is a bit faster. The street is flooded for four hours and the UPS responds after six hours.
Rain continues intermittently throughout the night. Low-lying areas are flooded. Basements fill with water. A road sits. A part of a building collapses and one state after another starts to fall.
Government incompetence, climate change, urban planning, urban flooding, fear of dengue, and prescriptions to get rid of moss growing on walls and mold in closets.
The rain becomes heavy. It rains one day after another. Looks like Thursday. It is raining in torrents, gushes, gushes and secretions, in all forms. Lahore jams, dark odes and mangoes become the sweetest. Some walls turn black and green sprouts from the walls.
The first rains of Lahore have started. Take a lap and get ready. There is no other place in Lahore, nor is it raining like this anywhere else, nor are such lively people living anywhere else. Happy rainy day!
Note: This article is based on the personal opinion of the columnist, with which Independent Urdu does not necessarily agree.
