stuck in a monsoon deluge

Here in Bangalore, safe from the more extreme vagaries of nature, I feel truly vulnerable everytime the monsoons hit. There is nothing like the sorry squelch of suffering suede to tell you that your day is heading on the super highway to misery. As I stood under a barely-sufficient awning outside a grocery store in the middle of nowhere, in ankle-deep water that continuously washed debris whose source and nature I'm afraid to enquire about, I felt like it couldn't get any worse. And then it did. The rain got heavier, and my bike refused to move. The only plus side I can find to it is that I didn't have to climb through impossible narrow car windows like a certain six-foot tall kung foo guitarist.