The monsoon didn’t sneak up on us. It wasn’t an unexpected guest at a wedding, it’s been RSVP-ing for centuries. The clouds don’t exactly ghost us. They arrive every year, on schedule, carrying the same gift: rain.

So why, in 2025, are we still pretending that floods are a surprise? Why are we still acting like it’s “nature’s fury” when most of it looks a lot like human stupidity?

The Annual Blockbuster Nobody Wants to Watch

Every year, the trailer is the same: dark clouds, heavy showers, social media reels of chai and pakoras cut to breaking news of waist-deep water and stranded buses.

We sit there watching the chaos like it’s some grim soap opera. Cities turning into swimming pools. Roads vanishing under muddy torrents. And the same leaders in raincoats making “on-site visits” that somehow don’t fix anything.

The ending is always predictable: a relief fund, a committee, and a promise to “review infrastructure plans.” Next monsoon, the sequel releases.

Urban Planning or Urban Drowning?

Here’s the plot twist nobody wants to talk about: floods aren’t just about how much rain falls, but about where that rain has nowhere to go.

We’ve built malls where lakes should be. We’ve replaced wetlands with parking lots. Rivers have been squeezed into sad little canals that double up as garbage chutes. So when the monsoon hits, water just shrugs and says, “Guess I’ll sit here on your street then.”

This isn’t “act of God” territory. This is “act of bad planning.”

The Disaster Has a Ward Number

The flooding in 2025 is just geography’s way of submitting a performance review for our urban governance. You can almost map the waterlogging ward-by-ward. The low-lying areas? Still un-drained. The drainage systems? Clogged with plastic. The emergency response? Stuck in traffic like the rest of us.

We’ve normalised watching rescue boats glide past luxury apartments like it’s a tourist attraction.

Climate Change, The Perfect Alibi

Don’t get me wrong, climate change is real and it’s ugly. Monsoons are getting more erratic, rains more intense. Climate change is the accelerant, not the arsonist.

You can’t build a house out of cardboard and then blame the rain for breaking it. But that’s exactly how we use climate change in these flood narratives, as a one-size-fits-all excuse that covers decades of poor planning, bad policy, and ignored warnings.

Who Pays the Price?

The tragedy of it all? It’s never the planners who wade through knee-deep sewage to get to work. It’s the daily-wage workers losing livelihoods, families stuck without electricity, kids missing weeks of school.

The elite might complain about flooded basements and delayed flights, but the poor lose everything, every single time. And when the waters recede, they rebuild from scratch, knowing the next flood will undo it all again.

We Don’t Need Sympathy, We Need Blueprints

We’ve got enough hashtags and relief drives. What we need is actual planning:

  • Stop building over floodplains and wetlands.
  • Upgrade drainage systems for today’s rainfall, not 1970’s.
  • Treat rivers like lifelines, not land for “development.”
  • Make urban flooding a political issue  because that’s the only time anything moves in this country.

The Verdict: Fury Meets Foolishness

Monsoon floods in 2025 are a joint production, Nature’s Fury and Human Negligence, presented by Poor Governance Studios. The rain will always come. It’s up to us whether it becomes a blessing for farmers or a curse for cities.

We can keep blaming the skies. Or we can admit the truth: the water’s rising because the planning’s sinking.

And until we do, every monsoon will be less about romance and more about rescue boats.