The rains are timid it seems to fall this year....
You catch the rays through pale shallow clouds.
No winds to blow up million leaves,
Nor big trunks shoved off mighty trees
No sign of rains: the way we know her style!
Monsoon, monsoon, where art thou !How come you are late by days
The farmers in the foot hills yearn for thee ,
Though soon we may tire of thee !!!
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