Raindrops are falling on my head

Monsoons are here. Season of the new. Season of plenty. Rain falls sometimes like snowflakes, sometimes in torrents that raise the water to your ankles. Drops hit your face, like kisses from a little child. Your clothes stick to you, cooling you, washing away the city's dirt. Your feet covered in dust, are now covered in a mix of mud and leaves. You jump into a puddle and hear the splash. Rain is my home.