Balmy monsoon

Monsoon starts with heavy mist,
That I try to catch with my fist, 
It makes the weather chill,
Concealing the mountains uphill.

Then it persists with heavy rain
Confining all my pain,
It brushes all over my rooftop,
Flourishing lush green crops.

Thereupon it endures with heavy rain,
Filling all fiscal shallow drains,
I saunter viewing the indescribable nature,
Trying to figure out the wonderful gesture.

It relieves all the earth's pain,
Everyone desires it to come again,
Without it we all cant live,
This is my intuitive.

by:-K.S.Srujan Gowda

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