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Monsoon Arrival

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The monsoon arrives like a long-promised letter,
late, as always, but carrying what it owes—
the fields tilt toward it with something like relief,
every blade of grass and root that knows.

The sky grows heavy in the weeks before it,
the heat becomes insistent, almost cruel,
and then the first clouds gather in the evening
and the earth begins to cool.

When the rain arrives, the animals remember,
the children run to doorways and look out—
the world that had been drying toward a question
receives the rain as its unmistakable answer.
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The monsoon arrives like a long-promised letter,
late, as always, but carrying what it owes—
the fields tilt toward it with something like relief,
every blade of grass and root that knows.

The sky grows heavy in the weeks before it,
the heat becomes insistent, almost cruel,
and then the first clouds gather in the evening
and the earth begins to cool.

When the rain arrives, the animals remember,
the children run to doorways and look out—
the world that had been drying toward a question
receives the rain as its unmistakable answer.

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