Dating : Monsoon

This monsoon had some connection rooted deep in her life.

Following the course of previous three monsoons, this year, rains were ready to strike her with their brutal strokes, teaching her the art of surviving by shedding her heart out, to decipher the curves of life with each untraversed road of of agony.

Consecutive fourth monsoon rolling bit of her heart with the rush of flowing water, leaving her with the ache of solitude, contrition of racking others and a numbing voidness but look at its graciousness, evertime it comes with a new taste, with the new torment, with some unsavoured flavour of agitation.
Thankful for this mercy Mighty!!

While sitting on stairs feeling the gush of wind mixed with splashes of rain on her face and while laying on bed at 3.36 am, listening to the tipping of rain outside;her pensive mind whirled on some wild scattered thoughts.

Why particularly these months Every year? Why just this Soapiness has to wet her and make her prepare in some new way?
May be this girl wants to witness the anguish entailed by some dark, dry chillness of December nights.

Or may be the nature is preparing her in some sequential way, initially with some mild squeeze of this weather whose humidity make her inside perspired with gloominess, and then coming to instill some dope expirence of other seasons.