The Monsoon Carnival

As the first blobs of rain quench the thirst of the arid environs

With downpour so copious

The gentle breeze makes the trees sway and the birds chirp away

With a tone so joyous

Cometh the monsoons, cometh the moment to hop and dance

As the nature turns gracious

Time to pull out the colorful umbrellas and rainy coats

From the cobwebbed attic’ chaos

As the lanes flood with water and citizens just wade through

Coz there’s no boat to charter

Children get busy making boats of paper and set them sail

With happy faces which glitter

Sitting by the window they watch the rain drops bounce

Making sounds “Pitter Patter”

With life getting slower in pace and milder in tone

Its a season to get into slumber

As the ether turns grey with clouds so thick, the Sun gets relief

And plays hide and seek

Young souls romanticize and the elders soak in the cool breeze

As the roads resemble a creek

Cometh the monsoons, cometh the moment to jump with joy

And take a rainy trip

Time to spread the arms and get drenched in the heavenly outburst

As the temperature takes a dip

As the nature gets painted in green, vegetables mushroom

Providing greater variety to consume

Poets get into the writing mode and actors remain lost

In the rain of emotions that find vent through this gloom

It’s a Celebration of nature, as the cattle find rich pasture

And children have fun in rain with funny gesture

A Climate Carnival it is, it makes us experience heaven

As we close our eyes and feel the drops so pure in nature