Singin' in the Rain

There's something quite sublime about passing by a girl on a rainy day, her arms wrapped around herself tightly trying to keep out the water. You pass on commiserating for someone who clearly was not raised in India and so can't take a bit of rain (a mere drizzle compared to Guwahati), only to realize she's clutching herself across the top, owing to the poor dear's beautiful white summer T-shirt becoming transparent when wet. You laugh to yourself, thinking of how the weather spoils the best of plans and contemplate... Oh Shit, see through top?!! Where the hell did she go?

Damn, I should have checked if she was wearing innerwear.