talking about the weather

I woke yesterday and felt unmistakably Bangalore-ish. The same cool, breezy wet, gloriously grey weather(too warm for London) got me dreaming of gulmohurs. Later there was a hint of Madras as well -while sitting on the tube and in the library i found myself comfortably perspiring.
I later found that rains visited all three cities yesterday. But while rain in Madras is a deluge - it hammers down on the city with the force of an upside down ocean- in London it is a fine drift falling in slow motion, moisture that floats until it delicately settles on your shoulders. And Bangalore - I remember the rain in Bangalore having a quality that makes you want to run out and dance in it.