The Monsoon Arrives

The weather was dry

The mood was low

The mind was roaming

And then came your thought

It was the end of summer

It could not have been harsher

The river was flowing thinner

And then came your thought

Walked out of the home

Had an umbrella for shade

The streets were all empty

And then came your thought

Entered the paddy field

The crop stood fully harvested

There was no greenery around

And then came your thought

The legs were getting tired

Reached the end of the field

Was into the jungle route

And then came your thought

The jungle was indeed deep

But was not all dark

The leaves and shrubs were dry

There were no birds at sight

And then came your thought

Saw the big banyan tree

Sat under the vast shades

Shut the eyes, let the mind free

And then came your thought

Heard the sound of the storms

Coming from the deep jungles

Saw the cloud and the dust

And then came your thought

The skies grew fully dark

The lightning also started

The thundering just followed

And then came your thought

Got up quickly from the floor

The climate turned cold for sure

The prayers were answered and how!

And then came your thought

Heard the sounds of your arrival

The first drops of the season were falling

It was like the sweet melodious singing

With you the Monsoon arriving!