Monsoon in Manipal

The fleecy clouds roll in,

Promising a hearty downpour.

Yellowed leaves float aloft,

The howling wind's roar.

The setting sun sets the west ablaze,

In scarlet and gold.

The last rays are yet to depart,

Shadows lengthen manifold.

The visitors reiterate their promise,

When distant rumble echoes softly.

Silver streaks cleave the firmament,

The parched earth waits expectantly.

The bewildering cacophony ensues,

Quaffing the essence of every sound.

Save for muffled cries of the soul,

Eerie stillness pervades profound.