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The Arrival Of The Monsoon King

Monsoon likely to arrive in Goa on June 21: MeT

It has suddenly turned dark. The skies have turned dull and the trees with their lofty branches and extended family sway as the wind keeps passing on and off, a signal of a forthcoming storm soon to overtake the surrounding area. The birds stop chirping, the rooster stops crowing in attempts to safeguard and protect itself as the rain rambles it’s way through the hills, all the way to the trees and forests of the low-lying areas. A sudden strike of thunder, followed by the lashing rain and behold…..the monsoon king as he prepares to lay siege over the village, part by part, lane by lane. With great joy and exuberance, he marches around the whole sky, celebrating the victories that he has achieved over the past weeks and months, enough for him to survive the remaining months he has got before he can be finally dethroned by the Winter King.  

The farmers in their fields rejoice with glee on his arrival, a plentiful harvest to satisfy themselves and their families thereupon, the young children get themselves drenched and showered with the blessings from heaven above and a lot of plants spring about from corners and crevices of the Earth, overwhelmed with the joy of having been blessed with abundance of life-giving water to satisfy their thirsts after a gruesome period of heat. A moment of wonder, a moment of silent distress and anxiety on the almost indefinite sounds of rain drops lashing from dusk till dawn, some overpowering, some less overpowering and a sudden rush of emotions to keep one anticipating for the brighter day ahead in the face of relentless storms.  All of a sudden, a bright sunshine appears. A moment of joy, a moment of happiness and intense feelings of satisfaction to see the beauty of nature at it's ever best. An abundance of greenery spread in and around the villages, trees washed and cleansed from branches to roots and more importantly the joys and smiles of a young adult who can finally stroll around the village, around the garden and listen to the sounds of birds, absent when the monsoon king was on his throne!!!

Unfortunately, a short-lived moment, the monsoon king fights his way through and once again brings the intense rains and storms, and fills the area with darkness as he fights his way through in reclaiming the throne he lost from the sun....


Comments

Xena said…
beautifully penned down Bryce
~Xena
Jason said…
Good imagination Bryce.
Unknown said…
Nice imagination. You should become a poet (just joking)🙂😁😄
Unknown said…
Nicely written, makes me miss the monsoons ☔️
Chyrel said…
Very gifted. Bryce keep writing.
Unknown said…
Superb write-up on our nostalgic Goa monsoons ...😍😍👍 keep it up Bryce 👍👍👌
Unknown said…
Beautifully expressed, monsoon magic! Keep it up Bryce!
Unknown said…
Beautifully expressed, monsoon magic! Keep it up Bryce!

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