Waking up to the rain

It's a wonderful morning here today - a true rainy day. The monsoon, having paused for a breather for the past few days, is back with a vengeance! It's raining cats and dogs, pelting down in torrents to the accompaniment of thunderous rumblings and flashing lightning. I'm sitting at my window typing this as I savour a spectacle I've loved as long as I can remember. Grey skies have always fascinated me, rather than the so-called 'sunny days' which are all very well for temperate or Arctic climes but not so clement in the swathe which stretches from the Tropic of Cancer to the Tropic of Capricorn. In this debate I've often found myself in a hopeless minority but personal likes and dislikes are not decided by a show of hands, are they? One man's meat....So, let the moaners whine and crib. Let me enjoy every magical moment while I can. For, soon the monsoon will take its leave. Can I be sure that I'll be here next year to welcome it back? Can anyone?