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Monsoon's Whisper
Monsoon's Whisper
The sky, a canvas, heavy with blue-grey hues,
Whispers of rain in the monsoon's muse.
Clouds gather like secrets, shared between the skies,
A promise of life in each drop that flies.
The earth awakens with the first gentle kiss,
Raindrops dance, creating a tender bliss.
Leaves quiver in delight, a shimmering green,
As the monsoon weaves through every scene.
The parched soil sighs, drinking in the rain,
A melody of droplets on windowpanes.
Rivers s
well with joy, their voices loud and clear,
Echoing the symphony of this season dear.
Children splash in puddles, laughter in the air,
The world feels anew, free from all despair.
The scent of wet earth, a fragrance so sweet,
A reminder of nature's pulse, rhythmic and neat.
Monsoon, a poet, with verses of rain,
Writes stories of renewal, of love without refrain.
In the hush of the night, or the day's gentle sigh,
The monsoon breathes life, as the world comes alive.
