I am farmer descendant

How do I know, you say?

There was lightning and thunder, it got darker than nighttime as thick black clouds rolled in. I saw lightning strike a building. Some of my co-workers got scared, others were worried about how they would get home.

My Indian co-worker and I moved closer to the window and gazed outside dreaming of verandas and freshly-cooked pakoras. And as the rain started falling from the sky, my heart was filled with joy, one that bubbled forth energetically, that I couldn't suppress if I tried, that took over my entire body and made me sit by the window for half an hour staring out at the overcast skies.

Funny, I just remembered how my dada used to sing to me: Kaale baadal aye'nge, aakar mee'n barsaae'nge, aakar mee'n barsaee'nge, kaale baadal aaye'nge.

Haha, definitely farmer descendant!

Rabba rabba mee'n barsa
Saadee kothi daane paa
Kaava kaava kaava
Ajj mera jee karda main udd jaa'n naal havava'n