Rain driven

I don’t drive here. I don’t have a licence. It’s below my dignity to go for two months of learner’s lessons and unlimited tests, just because I’m Indian, to get one. Cabbies are my friends now. They work seven days a week from 6 am to midnight. They have to, or else the payment structure of the cab companies will not allow them to make any money. When it rains though, the taxi companies forbid them from driving for fear of car damage. That’s the only time they get the day off. They pray for rain. Nature sometimes answers.