The air inherits some peculiar kind of smell with the onset of monsoon. The same frog ribbits in the rippling waters; the same “rainy” resonance definitely concocts a sleepy mood. The languor incited by this beautiful element of Nature is to be truly praised of. A gloomy atmosphere, overcast skies usually mark the time of the defeated; but the case is different this time. The aura of languidness and an eloquent scent of monsoon indeed bring a sense of pleasure.
Water logged streets; fields full of still waters lodging a variety of itsy-bitsy fishes, the sonorous effect of a heavy shower produced on tin roofs are magnificent. Intermittently closing the ear with some quilt (or something) in order to listen to the “tip-tap” of the rain drops is definitely a transcendent experience. Those who can feel them understand the true nature of monsoon. No school after a night’s heavy shower is a different experience. Scrumptious breakfast in the morning; mummy preparing delicious lunch in the afternoon; having great fun at the dining table at night when papa comes and together we enjoy delectable items. Such fun and frolicking are seen in very few houses— people nowadays are too busy maintaining their income, their humdrum busy routines to spare even a single day for enjoying with their family.
