Essay On Monsoon Season
After the scorching heat of summer, who does not wish monsoon to come ? Monsoon comes like a shower to the parched throat of the earth and, as if by magic, the whole scene is changed.Who has not experienced the thrill of the first shower ?
The old welcome it with a smile on their wrinkled faces, the young greet it with a jump in the air, but the small ones are already out in the streets.
Do you not recollect the peculiar smell that fills the air and fills our nose-the peculiar dust-leaden, sweet smell coming out of the earth at the first falling of rain ? It is an intoxicating smell that tells you that life is worth living.
The farmer anxiously watches dark clouds gathering in the sky. There is thunder. There are flashes of lightning and the heaven opens its heart and pours down rain. The farmer raises his hands towards heaven in thankfulness.
A few more showers and we find the trees green, the flowers look as fresh and beautiful as dirty children after a bath, and the meadow and fields as if covered with a green silken carpet.After a few heavy showers, village wells and rivers are full; ponds overflow, the sea grows stormy, mad and muddy with new water and tosses fishermen's boats like so many paper-boats.
Birds are frightened with thunder and lightning, and seek shelter in trees. But as soon as the rain stops, they come out shaking the water off their feathers. Little sparrows bathe in little pools of water and the crow caws loudly as if giving to other birds "an all clear" signal that the rain has gone.
But monsoon is not always romantic. When it rains for a day it is pleasant. But when it rains day and night continuously, it comes upon your nerves. You get fed up with it. The atmosphere is dull, streets are muddy.
There is a constant patter of rain drops on your roof over your head. You cannot go out. Out-door games are impossible. You cannot dress as you like. You feel depressed. The river is flooded or the village pond overflows, often destroying some life or property. Many diseases, such as malaria and diarrhoea, break out.
But monsoon has its humorous side too. You go out in the rains with your umbrella. There is suddenly a strong gust of wind and your umbrella is turned inside out and it flies up into the sky. People on the street laugh. Somebody is walking on the road and all of a sudden his foot slips on the wet road and he falls down. You laugh.
Somebody's brand new sari is spoilt by a passing motor-car. The lady curses, but the passersby laugh. Or somebody's new suit is spoilt owing to unexpected rain and he runs across the street to a shelter to save his new suit. You laugh.
Any way, India is an agricultural country and monsoon is the most important and most useful season of the year.
DIFFICULT WORDS Scorching-burning slightly, Tosses-makes (them) rise and fall, Parched-hot and dry, Intoxicating-exciting.