wishing for rainy traffic jams

The heat has been oppressive. Four month long, uninterrupted oven of a city. Well, a sauna actually. a sauna that uses hot sand and car fumes instead of steam. Gurgaon is a fucking pollution-powered sauna in the summer. We are sure to face water shortage this year. Inflation is going to skin our appetites.
and then the most amazing thing happened today morning. Grey clouds appeared.
After weeks of evading rains, Gurgaon is finally hosting the gray clouds, albeit reluctantly. Its been quite a few hours since their arrival and yet, no rain is forthcoming. (excuse the sad excuse for a sprinkle a little while ago.)
I imagine people and animals would spontaneously erupt in joyous break dance when the rain come to stay.
McDonald's and KFC will serve only pakoras and chai.
I imagine the collective gazes of a million expectant eyes on the clouds would punch little holes in the clouds through which water will pour out.

and then I overheard a girl complaining about the impending rain "Can you imagine the traffic Jam on MG road now".
 

What do you say to that? 
When did convenience became so integral to our lives to the exclusion of everything else around us?
What does it mean that your first reaction to an obvious good thing is a complaint about convenience? 
Why is it that you are detached to the people who are going to benefit from this rain.. I understand that the efforts needed to get water to your tap is inivisble to you, paid for in your society maintenance. But surely, you should be aware of what water means to us (humans)?
Why is that you are detached from the earth and air.. I understand that you forever live in air conditioned bubbles and never dare step out of one. Do you have any idea what you are missing out on? If you can't enjoy the drop of rain on your skin, the gust of wind on your cheeks, would you ever really know intimacy?

 if rain were fueled by wishes, i would be really worried now.

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