It was a mellifluous melody of monsoon- the richly pregnant clouds, sailing and struggling and fiercely competing, through the drizzle and thunder of labor pains, burst into rains, heavy rains, torrential rains, thunderous sounds, soothing and scaring, with forked tongues of lightning flashes and dancing windy showers splashed in and around the delectable sensation born from my Lord's Lap moved the whole creation, even in the mad riot of pollution, with romance, rhythm and rapture till the rainbow colors fell drizzling and dazzling to enhance and end the pain and pleasure.
