Washed by the "Monsoon Rains"......

Yes, this is the season when the entire nature and man-made cities are first bathed and washed, then inundated fearlessly. So, I shall only display the beauty of the monsoons and spare the disasters to be reported on the news for the readers. To begin with, is the enchanting monsoon sky by the night. Then, as the clouds gather, and build up slowly, they cover the entire sky, moving and collecting moisture, by the day, they travel further on.  Moving on then, the clouds turn gray and dark to darker, then ofcourse slowly the entire sky is a wet canvas, and then comes the downpour..... then later on more rain and rain, then the deluge comes when the rains are fierce and incessant. I keep to the spirit of the monsoons as they began a month and a half ago and as romantic as many a writers' have written about and leading amongst them is Tagore, whose longing for nature takes us through the rural riverine Bengal and the seasons and most of all the monsoons, through its melodies, the sound of rains, the longings of the floating clouds, their travels to a timeless zone, or the dance of the winds and clouds, beauty depicted through the rythm of dancers, in so many ways that one can sit in awe travelling through memory lanes and watching the rains.....