Silence of the drizzles

If something can bring me immediate nostalgia, rain takes the first place and music comes a close second. And whenever I had the privilege to experience both at the same time, I fall in to an infinite loop of pleasant nostalgia. It takes me back to the childhood and travel through years to reach the 28th year of my life. It's an experience which I rarely go through nowadays. As I mentioned in my earlier post, I'm at my new office for over a week now. It's a new building with a lot of amenities and a majority of my colleagues leave by 4.30 as they start early. So it's a kind of awkward silence in the office after that time except for the people who come to pick up snacks which are strategically placed near my cubicle. So when my wife called up to tell that she's opting for the company bus to a previously decided husband's bike, I was a little curious. She told me that it's raining cats, dogs and what not; hence the decision. I was surprised to know...