Rain, rain, go away, little Jonny wants to play……………………………. But, little Jonny has grown older and wants to play no more. Rather he wants to feel the romance of the falling rain drops on his body. Even for Varsha it has been the same. She has been waiting for the monsoons for long ever since the start of the summer and lo it is now here! For me it has been my favorite season of all. The ecstasy of the drizzle on an early morning when I cow under an umbrella makes me elated. The falling drops have changing moods with different hours of the day and even with the age of the person feeling it. Monsoon rains in the morning makes the working day feel like a holiday! In the higher parts of the day it gives a break from the monotony of life. After the noon it represents disaster, when the day becomes the night; in the evenings it makes feel gloomy and lonely. The loveliest part comes with the monsoon nights. It thrills. In my poetry collection Flames of Adversity, I have etched a poem on the making of a paper-boat by a lad on a monsoon day and then losing it when he had allowed it to flow. Children have diverse feelings for the monsoons. For regulars it gives them a vacation form the schools, for village lads it triggers the time for harrowing, for fishing, exposing their summer tanned body to the pure drops falling from the sky. Young people in love too have composite feelings.
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