Shades of grey clouds accumulate all over.
They call their loved ones closer.
Darkness descends throughout
And fills their minds with doubts!
A relief from the hot,
or damage to their crops?
To play with the mud,
or get carried away by the flood?
To get drenched and sing in the rain,
or to drown in the misery of pain?
To savour fritters with a cup of tea,
or to simply witness their means of sustenance, getting washed away in
the depths of the sea?
Their eyes widened in fear
as thick layers of dark clouds re-appear. Uncertainty devours them as they
ponder on the gravity of the situation.
Monsoon is here!
And the brilliant fall is yet to arrive.