Clash of Umbrellas

On a given day of monsoon, when the clouds are at their dullest best, it pours like this is going to be the ultimate rain. In a given city near the tropics, the clouds treat it with favoritism and stay back a little longer.
Living in Mumbai, one cannot ignore the monsoons. Its like an integral part which one needs to accept and carry one with daily routine work as if it's normal until you feel water up to your knees. No wonder then umbrellas come handy for this entire episode. Usually the regular black, they dot the city space the only thing one can see is a sea of umbrellas; wave after wave splashing on the streets. But for the person below it, he/she requires skillful tactics to maneuver the umbrella without being carried by the current of another one overpowering it. It feels like each one's umbrella is clashing with others in a bid to hold up its space: just like how we as persons clash. When people clash, neither would lose their stand and hold others at fault. Same is with our umbrellas-when they clash, none would like to lose its space. So even if our personage isn't clashing, sometimes its our umbrella.