Monsoon is the season of love, passion and gist of emotions. It brings along with the aureate passion of love and spreads the note of splendid beauty everywhere. It touches the core of the heart and establishes an eternal bond with all living creatures. This divine relation leaves the lust for love and sensuality in the entire surrounding.

This lust is acquired by all beings in some way or the other. When the cool breeze whirls around, the trees shower its leaves and rain drops on the mud ground and thus welcomes the nature to enjoy the enchanting moment.

When the monsoon caresses the earth, the blooming buds blossom to embrace the pearl drops of the first shower and thus fragments the heavenly atmosphere with romantism. The peacock spread out its plumage and effuses its mood, by stepping his feet and creating his own etude through dance. The tiny chirpy birds unfold their little wings and try to hug the shower of monsoon forever.

With streaming clouds trumpeting like haughty tuskers,
with lighting banners and drum beats of thunder claps,
in towering majesty, the season of rains welcome to lovers,
now comes like a king, my love.

- Ritusamharam.