"Chuck Doom Doom"

I have to say that when it rains in NYC, the rain does not put a smile on my face. Traveling just makes me annoyed and by the time I get to my destination I just don’t want to deal with the rest of the day. However, my hands somehow seem to reach for the touch of the monsoon rain in Kadod. Lately, all it has been doing is raining. Luckily, I brought my awesome rain boots with me to India and boy do people get a kick out of them! I pretty much get teased everyday but they happen to be great conversation starters, so I’ve come to appreciate them.
Today, the one day when I don’t wear them, it does not stop raining. I’m not talking about a light drizzle with a chance of humidity, nope, I’m talking about a crazy down pour where you might as well leave your umbrella home because you’re gonna’ get soaked anyway. Priya and I had just finished visiting an elderly couple in the village, when it was continously pouring outside. We held each other to try and fit under her small umbrella but nothing prepared us for how soaked our feet and legs would get from puddles that were big enough to swim in. By the time we got to Kadod High School, we were drenched, and then we went wild. We began dancing and singing “Chuck Doom Doom” in the rain failing at the classic, “Bollywood Movie Rain Dance”. I had been looking forward to getting completely soaked in the rain and finally the time had come. You’re not officially experiencing India unless you dance in the rain like no one’s watching