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    Monsoon is coming

    So nature's smile got embellished with that fuzzy imminent drizzle,
    Smirking over the hills mist ' s parlance lampooned that puzzle,
    The roar of lightning felt as jingle prevalent to the space ,
    Clouds gotta lofty aim to cherish the yearning earth with Felicity n let the love embrace.
    Soaking in the fervor of joyful zephyr, the trees no longer bear melancholic shades,
    Rather Don a concoction of jaunty mellifluous ballades.
    So tiny pearls rising from heaven kissed awry earth n each monsoon marks the conviction that true love never fades.
    ©wordsword