On a weekend, we ventured to a hill station,
In September rain, our hearts ignited with elation.
A journey full of green, through valleys we tread,
As we gazed from the car, our excitement widespread.

Zig-zag roads led us to a serene mountain view,
Where peaks stood proud, magnificent and true.
Reaching at the villa, perched high and wide,
Through the window, we sipped coffee with pride.

The mountains adorned with waterfalls, a wondrous sight,
Cloaked in foggy clouds, like a dream taking flight.
The sound of the rain, dancing upon the leaves,
Dark weather engulfed us, as the storm weaved.

Soft thunder echoed, a lullaby in our ears,
Wishing to stay forever, erasing all fears.
This place holds my heart, a lover of green,
Where monsoon embraces, and raindrops convene.

Oh, September rain, how you wash away our strife,
In this hill station's embrace, a magical life.
Forever entranced by this enchanting retreat,
Where beauty and tranquility gracefully meet.
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