July, when monsoon's gentle roar,
Brings life to lands parched and sore.
With clouds that gather, dark and deep,
July awakens the earth from its sleep.
In India's embrace, monsoon's dance,
Brings relief from the sun's harsh glance.
The scent of rain upon the breeze,
Brings solace to the swaying trees.
With every drop, a promise is made,
Of fields refreshed and rivers swayed.
In July's downpour, life's renewed,
As monsoon's bounty is imbued.
In every corner, from shore to hill,
Monsoon's touch brings joy at will.
The rhythm of rain, a soothing sound,
In July's embrace, peace is found.
So let us welcome July's monsoon,
And let its blessings come into tune.
For in its waters, life's rebirth,
In July's embrace, we find our worth.
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