It never rains in November

That's what everyone kept telling us.  "It never rains in November in Vrindavan."  But yet it did.  Non-stop.  What a mess rain creates!  Dirt roads turn to mud a few inches deep.  Animal excrement mixes into the mud.  Sewers along the road overflow.  It becomes one big muddy poopy mess.

Bare feet on marble in the rain when it's chilly isn't overly pleasant.  Below is G and Chris walking in the Temple grounds:

Rain didn't stop anyone from viewing the deities (they just didn't stand out in the open courtyard!).

The rain started the day we visited the Taj Mahal and it continued after we departed India.  The rain was very tough to take.