Reminiscing the monsoons ....

The dark black moody clouds have flown past. Thought the weather is still taking turns and cloudy skies  are painting  in hues of grey .

 The gentle cool breeze and intoxicating smell of moist earth ....

 Reminiscing the monsoons gone past .....

'' The rain began again .It fell  heavily ,easily with no meaning or intention with fulfilment of it's own nature , which was to fall and fall .''

 A flower can't grow without rain , 

Too much rain it parts and drowns .