| Monsoon Clouds thicken move en masse from south-west in all directions, a motley carpet of black and grey cross stitched by the invisible hand of white lightning. The boughs of Heaven move with the comely grace of divine dancers as if summoned to gladden the hearts of the earthborn, a reward for being good to the world at large. Thunder claps, the wind blows its mighty conch announcing the news of the descending god of rain with his angels of mercy in tow to planet Earth. The giant palms spread their fronds fanning the wind’s flamboyance. The slender gooseberry sways in joy welcoming life-saving rain. Rain drops thrill flora and fauna. The whole nature blooms at the cool touch of the sweet rain quenching its summer thirst, bringing hope, love and joy to millions. |