It is the season to lie low and enjoy a hot beverage with fritters, get romantic under an umbrella at a picnic spot, or sing on a swing under the trees.
It is a reason to read and write poetry, as the showers from heaven wash away past seasons and renew the Earth’s soul.
The Sun makes its presence felt by a beacon of light between the dark clouds, and I know humidity will return. But why complain?
Isn’t it a miracle that life moves in cycles, yet we keep moving forward?
mercurial swings
neither summer nor winter
rains lash window panes
Creative Experiments and More 
A rainy season witness! Wonderfully evoked, Reena!
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Thank you, Frank!
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I love the rain in any season. It refreshes everything.
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True. It makes me want to wash off the past and write a new story.
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I see the circle and forward as a spiral…
Will you submit anything to the anthology
https://dversepoets.com/coming-soon-2026-anthology/
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Yes. I have shortlisted a few poems submitted to dVerse. Will submit before the deadline. Thanks for asking!
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You’re set to enjoy your summer! The rhythm of nature does enchant.
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True. Only that we call it monsoon here. Summer has ended.
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You are right the cycles simply continue over and over. We should expect summer heat by now! Well done.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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Clever ending!
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Thank you, Misky!
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I love pakoras and tea in monsoon season.
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It would be pakoras and coffee for me. Even a pizza 😋
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Nothing like special karak chai and pakoras for me.
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☕ 😀
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😋
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It is a miracle that is true. I really could feel your haiku at the end, it gets like that here in that not much difference between seasons these days.
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Thank you so much!
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