After the long summer season of bright sunshine and vacations, it is the time to invite a new season – monsoon. The clouds are about to burst into rains so awaited. It’s not just a spark of hope, but a ‘lightening’ of hope for all the Indian farmers. The vegetation on the lush green fields would be swaying gaily as the monsoon drops trickle down on them. Again the kharif crops would grow amidst the rains to feed the nation. The dearth of water in the city would at last come to an end. The water table would fill up and all our work would become easy. The croaking frogs in the puddles will sound like an orchestra in this season. Tiny little creatures will be seen throughout the place. Here splish, there splash and an exhibition of umbrellas would be seen on the streets. The most pleasant season monsoon has come, no doubt it will go, but I pray it always returns!
