Rumbling and thundering, the monsoons sweep into India.
Blanketing village field and city towers in a magic cloak of promise.
Bright afternoons transform into darkest night.
Cool breezes rush in to caress the fevered earth.
The first drops fall... burst ... and release the musty, sweet smell of damp earth on the heated air.
And all around is a frenzied celebration of prayers answered and hope rekindled .....
Of promises kept by the monsoon sky.