From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from southwest,
sounds like an old witch practicing her craft, jeopardizing routines, restricting our activity, and being imprisoned us in four walls of the house.

Plays hide and seek,
clear atmospheres, discover sunshine,
as we decide to walk out the door,
clouds cover the sky,
darkness follows and
enforces us to run back home.

Filled with power of attorney,
the moderate rain gives rise to an abundance, happiness, and prosperity
the increased rainfalls deliver confusion,
unrest, damage, and pain.
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