Floyd and the rains

Floyd seem to have something apt for most things in life. Even record breaking rains in Bombay. No am not kidding. Check these lyrics out.

" Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to form my bones besides the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell call
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."

Am sure a lot of Bombayites (or Mumbaikars!) would agree with the first few lines... and it will take a magic spell or two to get everything back to normal. But to normal it will return sooner or later. Sooner knowing Bombay!