After the wrath of the scorching summer, you celebrate the advent of the monsoons along with nature an you forget the harshness of the summer season when you suffered spending counting days tilt the arrival of the rains. You remember the scorching heat of the summer season, the cool summer rinks that offered you comfort, bathing in the sea very week and the unguents that helped you sleep at night.
You sing the songs of the monsoon along with the rain and you love listening to the pitter patter of the raindrops on the tin roof nearby. You rejoice like someone In the arid lands celebrating the onset of rains and delight in getting soaked to the bones in the first rain so much that your miserable summer is forgotten.
Your mornings are spent snuggling inside your warm
blanket listening to the rain bursting outside an the rhythm of the raindrops pitter-pattering on the
tin roof close by.
