I think the rains over the weekend brought this memory up again. It was one of those mid-summer trips I made this year. It was April – the time when temperature begins to get to the higher side, the sleeper coach begins to feel like a hot oven, and we hope for a surprise drizzle or shower.
The train was in the middle of nowhere – rocketing through the vast, parched land (i.e., as fast as it can go – 60kmph? 
All of a sudden, I could see dark clouds in the distance, soon it became a drizzle. Funnily, though, it was raining on one side of the train. Even as we watched either side – we could see the train get under the rain clouds and soon…. it was showers on both sides.