Globus Store India

Globus Store India

Globus Store India

You don’t have to wait for the monsoons to feel the power of rain in India. There, on the large subcontinental bulge of western Asia, rain does not gather in ballooning clouds to weep a harvest of moisture over folk and field. No cumulus towers or cirrian layers warn of encroaching torrents. In Uttar Pradesh, a gargantuan storm arrives after the entire sky forms itself into a deceptively mid-grey quilt of minimally diverse gradation.

Over time, perhaps an hour, or maybe as little as five minutes, that earthen cloak deepens into an angry gloom; just as though the moon had cloaked the sun’s myriad beams in gossamer. High up, above the clouds, a haze and then a wooly lens slides across every visible field. Day becomes dusk, and then night. Finally, as if a spinning lottery ball had just this second fallen into the winning slot, the heavens open and water pressure to rival that in a suite at Trump Towers drenches everything left out in the open.