The Clouds have turned immensely dense, darklings have spread all around our fence, heavenly dews rushing heavily from above, relieving some minds from tense and leaving some minds intense. However, the fall of mist on one side and the squall of hushed voices on another side of the windows are dripping off the pane, nobody knows where will it gush, quench whose thirst and swirl away which lane, be it little from above or be it the tear of bane, our sorrows roll down & come and go the same way, still differently, "We cry happiness, they Smile Rain." Happy monsoons!
