Oh, monsoon… how I do love you!
If it were a person, I would’ve hugged it to pieces. But as
it is, I’ll simply hug myself in glee ande drag my chair a little
When the monsoon casts a spell
And the rains have come to wash us clean. Refresh us,
invigorate us, pour new life into every twig and leaf and parched being.
And when the flowers fall off, its still a pretty sight!
