The Great Indian Monsoon Poem by Sandra Martyres

A maddeningly elusive phenomena
The exact date of arrival of the
Great Indian Monsoon and then
The intensity of the rainfall becomes
A source of trepidation, anticipation
And even exasperation when it falls
Short of expectations and outside the
Normal Averages calculated state-wise
Or pure misery when it exceeds the normal
Ranges in any of the flood prone regions
Yet year after year the weather pundits
Get into a huddle to make their predictions
Which are more often than not way off the mark
But that does not stop them from pontificating
Airing their views and misleading the farmers
I often wish they would get out of the business
And let the Gods decide on when, where, and how much....