Monsoon Poem by Siu Lun Tsui

Monsoon
The sun shine on this great land for months, barren fields are mercilessly roasted
Bottom of ponds are exposed, fertile land is baked into a big piece of cracked biscuit
Apart from desperately searching for a mouthful of water, creatures on earth has few other livelihood left
It seems that there is little hope and the future is doom
Suddenly...
The long waited wind starts to blow from the southwest ocean; the originally clear sky is now full of dark heavy clouds
Silvery light sabers cut through the thick greyish curtain above, followed by angry roars of Indra
Then tons of water is pouring onto the thirsty land below, like million salvos of arrows shooting down from the sky
Ponds are overflowed and drought lands are now flooded, creatures run for their lives to escape from drowning
Yet there is little complaint but hearted gratefulness, everyone is happy to welcome this annual gift from the heaven
It is exactly the Nairutya Maarut bring along life and, allow this ancient civilization to perpetuate!