Secret Spells

Monsoon Drops

As the scorching sun beats down,

 And the land lays parched and dry,

We wait in anticipation,

For the monsoon clouds to fill the sky.

The cool breeze that precedes the rain,

Whispers promises of joy,

And we feel a sense of calm,

As we await the drops to deploy.

A soft tune fills the air,

As raindrops fall upon the ground,

And the rhythm of the drops,

Is a melody that soothes the soul around.

The drops are pure and pristine,

As they quench the thirst of the land,

The sustenance of life itself,

Is held within each droplet grand.

We eagerly await this season,

As it brings us hope and cheer,

For the monsoon drops are a gift,

That washes away all our fears.

As the rain fills the dry land,

And the greenery begins to sprout,

We feel a renewed sense of life,

That banishes all our doubt.

So let us cherish the monsoon drops,

And the joy it brings to our lives,

For it is a reminder that even in dryness,

The rain will always arrive.