A Rainy Day - Part I

The auto swerved dangerously away from rippling pools of brown water. White froth swirled around rainbow colours that stretched thin arms to spread slowly along the road. The auto driver peered restlessly ahead of him, at the endless line of loud sounding vehicles, accelerating to stuttering stops. He turned his vehicle around a truck that suddenly jerked forward.
No, wait. Back up. Let me start earlier. For six months, I couldn't sleep...oh wait..i'm quoting an extra line now (Yes! Finally, I quote Fight Club!). Let me just start earlier.
I trudged along the road wearily, hopefully looking into every auto. The grey skies rumbled thirstily. My fingers absently fiddled with the knot that my earphones had tangled themselves into. Auto drivers shook their heads, aristocratically bored at the sound of my destination. Finally, a nice chap nodded enthusiastically which I took to be a friendly "Hop In!"
So now then, the auto driver stopped to crane his head and glare at the truck driver. His neck didn't oblige that twisted turn, so he muttered angrily and shot off on the road. He sped past cars moving in the opposite direction. It's a, what they might call, a 'clever ploy' that the auto guys use. They use a gap in the divider to get to the other side and drive in the wrong direction at top speed, forcing the passenger to bounce around the torn cushion seats, clinging to the the rusted iron rod for support. I chose to hug my bag and since the wind whipped furiously into the auto to sting my skin mercilessly, my big black bag gave me the much-required illusion of warmth.
The yellow cloth-covering over the auto pulled a little away, and let in water that steadily dripped on my head. The chill spread right to my toes. Why didn't I just shift to the right? Or to the left? Oh right....the wind and the rain would catch me right in the face. Large drops of water flew into the auto and created a little stream at the back of my seat. The smell of drain water mixed with the smell of wet mud. My senses were being numbed by the screaming in my ears, the drops that fell like needles and ugh! the smell...
The auto growled in muffled tones as it zoomed merrily away on the wrong side. Frills of brown water raised up around me as i sped past them. The unstable three-wheeler jumped to the beats of the party song and shivered in the rain.
I smiled happily. The auto guy probably thought i was crazy.