Standing close to the foggy windows,
Watching the flashes and thunder,
The skies are opening and pouring out,
Monsoons are here and it soon shows.
The parched ground thus reawakens and grows,
Slowly, life creeps out from under,
Insects buzz on and crickets are out
Earth shall regenerate, it knows.
The streams are swelling and along flows,
Rousing earth’s hidden wonder,
Showers rage on, wiping out the drought,
Scenery in its brilliant pose.
Standing close to the foggy windows,
Watching the flashes and thunder,
The skies are opening and pouring out,
Monsoons are here and it soon shows.
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