A Rainy Day I Remember 

By Rishaan Maken

This is not just a story about a rainy day. It is the tale of a legendary disaster at my old school that turned an ordinary Thursday into viral history.

We were going to visit the S.T.E.M. lab.

Focus on; Going. 

What actually happened? Absolute insanity.

As we exited the classroom, the rain outside had already started flexing its muscles. The ground floor walkway had transformed into a mini ocean . No joke, if someone had dropped fish into it, they would’ve survived. The drainage was missing. Gone. Vanished. Just like my marks in the recent math test. 

Now enters the cast of this chaotic movie:

Paras, the class topper who treats every step like a chess move, but couldn’t even open his umbrella properly.

Himang, our resident drama king. One sneeze and he acts like he’s been shot.

Samarth, the 6-foot skyscraper who has to bend down to enter classrooms.

And me, Rishaan. Calm, composed, and clearly regretting showing up that day.

As we were walking, Paras suddenly screamed, “Paani radioactive lag raha hai!” and shoved Himang forward like we were in some survival game. Himang, of course, overacted like he had been pushed into an active volcano and crashed straight into Samarth.

Samarth stumbled, arms flailing like a broken fan, and charged towards me.

But I was ready .

I summoned my inner strength, dodged the oncoming tower of humans, and gave a heroic push back. What followed was history:

Samarth into Himang

Himang into Paras

Paras into eternity

And then… they didn’t get up.

Instead, they started swimming.

IN. THE. SCHOOL.

Yes, believe it or not, they were actually doing freestyle, backstroke, and something that looked like underwater bhangra.

Paras began narrating his “final moments” like it was a Netflix documentary.

Himang screamed, “Main doob raha hoon!” in just one foot of water .

Samarth pretended to rescue them, shouting, “Ladko, main Navy se hoon!”

Then a junior passed by and innocently asked, “Bhaiya, ye robotics hai kya?”

I stood there, notebook above my head as a fake umbrella, taking imaginary notes.

Observation: Subjects have completely lost it.

And so, our visit to the S.T.E.M. lab became:

S – Slipping

T – Tumbling

E – Embarrassing

M – Memories

That day, we didn’t learn about coding, robotics, or circuits.

We learned that sometimes, rain brings absolute chaos.

Even today, when it rains, I don’t think of umbrellas.

I remember Paras doing backstroke in drain water,

Himang screaming like Bollywood’s last hero,

and Samarth standing tall enough to be mistaken for a lighthouse.

Some memories fade.

But this rainy disaster at my old school is carved into my brain for eternity.