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Whispers of Rain, Thunderous Roar
In God's Own Country, where the heavens pour,
Monsoon comes, a mighty gale,
Kerala's story, both joy and travail.
In June’s embrace, the skies do cry,
Blessing the land as clouds drift by,
Paddy fields in emerald sheen,
Awaken to life, a sight serene.
Rivers surge with newfound might,
As fishermen cast nets in the twilight,
The fragrance of earth, the dance of trees,
All echo the monsoon’s sweet reprise.
Yet with the rains, a darker side,
In mountain folds, where dangers hide,
Landslides carve a path of fear,
As families mourn those held dear.
Kuttanad, the land below the sea,
Once lush and green, now battles debris,
Floods creep in with each tidal sway,
As homes and hopes are swept away.
But the spirit of Kerala, fierce and bold,
Rises against the stories untold,
Youth with shovels, elders with prayer,
Together they stand, together they care.
From Wayanad's peaks to Alappuzha's shore,
Hands unite to restore and more,
The government’s call for resilience, strong,
Building shelters where all belong.
Yet, amidst the strife, there’s hope anew,
With each rain-soaked dawn, a brighter hue,
The backwaters brim with life reborn,
As nature’s cycle greets the morn.
Electric buses, green and grand,
Travel through this verdant land,
A step towards a future green,
Where progress and nature share the scene.
The monsoon’s rhythm, relentless yet kind,
Weaves stories of loss, of hope intertwined,
In every drop, a tale is spun,
Of Kerala’s journey, battles won.
As the last cloud drifts to the west,
And the sun sets on the season’s crest,
The land sighs in grateful peace,
For the monsoon’s gift, and its fierce release.
In the heart of Kerala, where rains reign,
The cycle of life begins again,
For every tear and every cheer,
The monsoon will always draw us near.
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