The clouds are gathering,
For the monsoon has come again,
Lovers will dance in the rain,
Leaking roofs will writhe in pain,
Some say, this is my favourite season,
Some say, mine is seasons in the sun
Some say, earth is scented and bloomed now,
Others, my tears have just begun.
1 comment:
I love the monsoon in Bengal. The earth smells so good and leaves look fresh. Yes there are floods sometimes and mosquitoes
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