Season that pampers me is here, Season that cuddles me is here. Season that tickles me is here. Season that loves me is here.
With the onset of monsoon returned many memories,
wet and dry.
The drizzles left the mind with many thoughts,
fresh and wild.
The smell of mud pacified the senses,
body and soul.
The thunders thundered the sky,
heart and mind.
The clouds went crazy danced,
colored and black.
The trees, birds and beings smiled,
happy and gay.
– Shruti Abhishek Shetty