revelling in paradise

The summer had scorched the land and bleached the leaves to a yellow that would shame the daisies. the sky was still a burning blue that seemed to turn white with incandescence. the breeze was still and the cicadas were singing their passionate song. there was a lull in activity. nothing wished to move or even tremble in anticipation.
But in a few passing moments, the sky grew silent with the pregnant clouds. the hush of rain to come was everywhere. the first baritone of the long-awaited thunder shook the breeze into motion. the sky, briefly illminated with a brilliant spark of lightning, assessed the damage that the summer had done and another rumble came as a sharp reprimand. the breeze grew into a wailing wind that complained and whined against the trees and aggavated the paternal rage of the skies. then, for a moment that felt like a feather suspended in mid-fall, there was silence.
Suddenly, the clouds burst overhead and the leaves and the rain began their soulful duet. the water splashed to the ground in great drops the clang-clanged on the roofs of waiting cars. out on the road, i lifted my face to the skies and took from it a kiss that refreshed me, body and soul.
The monsoon was finally here bringing with it my utopia. the trees blushed green to see the long awaited drops that bade well for them. the great mounds of dry soil seemed to put on a cape of the freshest green. the monsoon is here! the monsoon is here! there was nothing that coud douse my jubilation.
I was a part of the green and the grey. i was the drop and the leaf. i was the cloud and the earth. i was revelling in paradise.