It was mid-June in the hot city of Jaisalmer. The last drizzle it  had received was two weeks ago. It was now getting increasingly difficult to water the crops from wells and handpumps. Fights frequently broke out among people over a pail of water. People had hoped that this year would turn out better than the last one but slowly, they were growing hopeless.

I, a government school primary teacher had promised my pupils that I would take them to the nearby village to show them the different Kharif crops. We were about to sit in the bus when I felt a tiny drop on my forehead, but I ignored that feeling and moved on. 

But as soon as we reached the village, it started raining like cats and dogs. All the children went crazy with delight and started screaming and dancing . Upon hearing their screams, many of the villagers rushed out of their homes to witness the miracle. 

After hearing the commotion, the Sarpanch ( head of the village) of the village came out and invited all of the women of the village to help prepare a feast to celebrate the downpour.

Then, he came up to the children and started dancing with them. One man also started singing a folk song and was joined by many other villagers, some of them complimenting the song with melodious flute tunes.

Just in an hour or so, every person present in the village was served hot and delicious dal bhati choorma ( Rajasthani delicacy) .

I smiled as I saw the happiness on everyone's faces. 

Monsoon indeed unifies people, I thought.