Wet Earth

The sky grows dark, the clouds roll in,

A distant rumble, the monsoon begins,

The wind picks up, a gentle breeze,

The trees sway, with such ease.

The raindrops fall, a pitter-patter sound,

Nature's orchestra, all around,

The scent of wet earth, fills the air,

A sweet perfume, beyond compare.

The streets flood, the water rises high,

A river of life, flowing by,

Children laugh, and splash in the rain,

A world transformed, so alive again.

The birds take

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shelter, in their cozy nests,

The animals retreat, to their secret rests,

But the frogs come out, to sing and play,

Their croaks and chirps, a symphony to sway.

The monsoon is a time of renewal,

A gift from the heavens, so beautiful,

A cleansing of the soul, a fresh start,

A reminder of the cycle, of life's art.

So let the rain fall, and wash away,

The troubles of the past, for a new day,

Let the monsoon drench you, in its grace,

And fill your heart, with its embrace.