Monsoon,
The word itself makes one happy,
The season of rainbows and raindrops.
The washed streets
The fresh leaves
Seem to smile with you.
The intoxicating smell
Of the dry earth
Getting drenched
The splashing waters
The tiny paper boats
Sailing on the clogged water
The farmers rejoice in the showers
That promise
To bring their prosperity
The rivers joyfully overflow
The trees dance
To the tune of wind
The mountains and fields
Covered with
Verdant green carpet
Ready to welcome you.
Everyone from
Little children to old men
To the dust covered trees,
Look forward
To the thunderous rain of monsoon.
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