In the throes of a monsoon, an Indian wife, her husband away on business, dances with temptation. Her sari drenched, she uses her umbrella as a shield, her fingers tracing the patterns on its silk canopy, mirroring the path she wishes to take on her husband's body. The rain pelts, a staccato symphony to her growing lust, as she slips a hand beneath her sari, exploring her wetness, the umbrella an extension of her desires, a secret she shares only with the storm.