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Whispers Of The Monsoon
Whispers Of The Monsoon
Upon the canvas of the sky, a story unfolds,
As monsoon's tender fingers, the landscape molds.
A tale of raindrops, a whispered song,
A symphony of nature, where hearts belong.
Clouds converge, in shades of gray,
Painting the world in a misty ballet.
They gather in communion, an ancient rite,
Pouring life onto earth, with all their might.
Petrichor rises, a fragrant embrace,
As rain kisses soil, in a gentle grace.
Leaves unfurl, a verdant delight,
Nature's palette awakens, in the soft twilight.
Rivers surge with an exuberant embrace,
A watery waltz, a passionate chase.
They carve their stories on ancient land,
A flowing testament, forever grand.
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Umbrellas bloom like vibrant flowers,
Defying the rain with their colorful powers.
Laughter rings out, like chimes in the breeze,
Children's joy echoing, beneath monsoon's tease.
Yet within this beauty, a tempest's cry,
Thunderous roars and lightning's sigh.
A reminder of nature's fierce decree,
A balance of power, wild and free.
Monsoon, you're a paradox, a wondrous blend,
A lover's touch, tempests rend.
In your embrace, life finds its tune,
A dance of monsoon, beneath the moon.
So let the raindrops fall and play,
In monsoon's realm, where dreams hold sway.
A season of contrasts, both tender and bold,
Monsoon's story forever told.
