Drops of heaven.
Monsoon journey to nowhere.
Earth, water, sky. Magic!
Lush green pure droplets= one pretty picture.
One crushed flower. A shattered dream or a life in bloom.
The wind sings a new song when the rains come to play.
Each drop a diamond changing color and shape.
A sight for sore
eyes or a sore soul.
A rainbow paints the mountain and floods a lake.
How can dark clouds brighten any day? Only when they are pregnant with the promise of rain.
Proof that there is a God.
The golden hour
The sky wore its finest when the monsoons came to visit