Monsoon.

The drizzles have started. The monsoon is slowly founding his feet. The sun is slowly moving for a long sleep. The leaves are getting ready for some wet days. The soil is backing themselves to absorb every drop of rain. The roads are expecting some skids. The vehicles are looking forward to drench and yet be driven. The birds are ready with their shelters. The dirt are happy to get mix themselves with water. The umbrellas are smiling because they wont be exposed to firing sun for sometime. T-shirts are sad they will be used more by the guys. The guys are indeed very happy not to stay shirtless.

The feel of monsoon nearing or seeing the hints of it are so refreshing. It marks the welcoming of a brand new season, a season which fill the middle phase of an year. The nights will be romantic and the days make everyone lazy. The sleep gets longer and more intense. Music becomes more than a best friend and we ride along the lyrics. The sound of rain will overlay the sound of traffic. The mornings will be lovely. Life gets messy, wet-y and nice-y.

After I typed this, I took a ride to my favorite Shangumugham beach. An isolated beach with tender yet powerful waves, wet sand, few icecream stalls and thattukadas give a lot of peace. The ride back, the lovely friend started pouring down in all his might. Yes, the monsoon has officially began.

Yet the waves are tender.