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Monsoon 7

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Brilliant white surfaces when washed with rain water.

With just a hint of yellow to break the monotony.

Facing ,turning towards the Sun.

Soaking up the warmth after a wet humid spree.

Dragon fly resting peacefully, unaware of the beauty around it.

Green leaves, waiting for their turn to take center stage.

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The Visitors

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I am visited by butterflies, when I walk into the garden.

Yellow butterflies flying off little yellow flowers as if the whole bunch just grew wings.

Urging me to raise my arms to touch them but in vain.

I am visited by a tiny 🐦bird, when I walk into the garden.

Little black bird residing on the tall green bamboo🎍, chirping as if the bamboo found its voice.

Startling me everytime it flies away.

I am visited by ants 🐜🐜🐜, when I walk into the garden.

Tiny red ones, building anthill in a quiet corner as if  the garden were their kingdom, protecting them from rain.

Stinging me, sending shivers up my spine as soon as I step on the grass.

I am visited by strange small white  frogs🐸, when I visit the garden.

Jumping to hide in the hedge, making it shake as if the hedge acquired dancing feet.

Making me jump back, petrified their predators🐍 may follow soon.

I am visited by droplets of water falling down from wet leaves.

Creepers bowing, shaking off their flowers on me, greeting me in the mornings.

Reminding me I am alive and awake, when I visit my garden.

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The first Summer rain.

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Scorching Sun dries and makes brittle the leaves, Earth starts tearing up like honeycomb.
Birds fly high and low to find  just a few drops of water to quench their thirst. Stray animals find shade under the trees and in  abandoned half built houses.People  try to stay indoors to be safe from the brutal heat.
…and then the clouds are summoned,  vast expanse of sky turns grey, air turns cool, wind picks up speed.Dust swirls make small whirlwinds with dried leaves, the wind chimes start tinkling rhythmically,  trees start swaying to the music of dust filled breeze,eyes are turned towards the sky, in anticipation of that first drop.
…and when the first  drops fall and hit the dried earth, the smell of wet earth intoxicates the senses like thousand  sirens. The drops turn to a gentle shower, a drizzle, sky makes noise to declare freedom from heat, lightening is like celebration of nature.Dust settles, plants get a well deserved wash, roads start shining. Dogs in the neighbourhood start barking, going round and round in circles with their tongues sticking out.
People come out of the homes for no reason at all, conversations start budding.Children start dancing, screaming, getting wet, soaked,
drenched.Grown ups also stretch their arms to feel the rain on their palms as if they have never touched water before.
The first shower of summer is like magic, magic which leaves us  desiring for more, to experience more, to enjoy more, to feel more, to live more .

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The January Rain

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The January Rain
Clouds cover the sky, forcing the Sun to hide.Cool becomes cold, chill turns into freeze.The air is like bee stings. Relief, it does not bring. It is sombre, it’ s gloomy, it is dark. The drops are like needles piercing the skin.
Yet the January rain indicates the end of a harsh season, the rain bringing with it life. Rain, which impregnates the whole Earth to give birth to a new season.