Monsoon
Monsoon
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Bombayites look forward to the monsoon,
But it never comes soon.
It plays hide and seek,
Vanishing sometimes for a week.
When it pours
After the roars
It is a Blessing in disguise
Bringing emotions to life
Which is hard to compromise.
Somatesthesia of Romance, Love, and Ecstasy,
Bewitched into the world of Fantasy.
A chance to nestle and cuddle,
For a relationship so cordial.
I love to enjoy these showers,
Pouring down at any hours.
Enjoying the big fat drops on my head
All time long,
I sing my favourite song
“Raindrops keep falling on my head”