SynopsisA sudden summer storm turns a mundane drive into an exhilarating escapade. The fresh scent of wet earth wafts through the open windows, while newly formed puddles transform into glistening waterways. The rhythmic tap of rain on the roof drowns out the city's noise, creating a peaceful backdrop.Travelling by auto during a warm summer rain is a joy that feels improvised and inevitable. The auto itself is a half-open theatre, its canvas roof rattling like a drum as fat raindrops strike, while the sides remain exposed to the scent of petrichor magically bouncing off the asphalt.You sit, zipping along, neither fully sheltered nor getting wet, suspended in that delicious in-between where worrying about getting drenched turns into delight.The driver, unfazed, swerves through puddles with the swagger of a gondolier steering through Venetian canals - except his canals are streets shimmering with reflections of signs and headlights. The rain, instead of being an inconvenience, becomes a steady rhythm, punctuated by the occasional splash against your ankles.Suddenly, a ride feels less like transport and more like an adventure. The city outside blurs into a grey-blue - except for the suddenly gleaming green leaves - watercolour wash, its chaos softened by the rain's gentle insistence.And when you finally step out, damp but exhilarated, you realise the auto has given you more than a ride. You were just on a fleeting, rain-soaked future-memory. ...moreElevate your knowledge and leadership skills at a cost cheaper than your daily tea.Subscribe Now