The first drops this season

Parched ground.Dry,cracking walls.A glazing sun.And then a cool wind blows.And then the rains arrive.
Some moments are pure bliss.Those moments in which you forget everything and just run out and get drenched as if there is no tomorrow.

P.S. The pic is one I took in Kashmir.One of the things that make the place unforgettable is that it remains so pleasantly overcast all day long,with intermittent times when the valley is drenched with sunshine.Exactly as the weather now seems,as a cool breeze blows my hair across the open window.

Zen Story

Two monks were once traveling together down a muddy road.
A heavy rain was falling. Coming around the bend,
they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash,
unable to cross the intersection.

"Come on, girl," said the first monk. Lifting her
in his arms, he carried her over the mud.

The second monk did not speak again until that night
when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer
could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females,"
he said. "It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"

"I left the girl there," the first monk said.
"Are you still carrying her?"