It's raining in the city. The word that comes to mind is unremitting. The wet gray heavens remind me of something the poet Ghalib wrote—"For a raindrop, joy is in entering the river." I think this is why I have been dreaming of the sea where I grew up. It has been too long since I immersed myself in its waters. I have been in the cold concrete North for too many years at a stretch. I am missing the river of my childhood, my blue ocean, my joy.