And in honour of the Sun showing his face, here's a precious memory from the monsoons.
Walking home, I saw the kids playing football on the street. Wet teeshirts clinging to their backs, water dripping off their hair. I was glad they were not my kids- I didn't even want to think about the germs they were picking up.
The splashed through puddles as they ran to kick the ball. Their laughter carried up to me. I longed to join them. I knew I couldn't.
A misjudged kick. The ball came flying towards me. I could have dodged the impact- instead, I moved to intercept it. My foot made contact.
No Goal could have been sweeter!
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.