Thick overhead clouds of the monsoon,a delight to this feverish heart.
Season of rain,season of uncontrolled whispers—-the Dark One's returning!
O swollen heart,
O sky brimming with moisture—-tongued lightning firstand then thunder,convulsive spatters of rainand then wind, chasing the summertime heat.
Mira says:
Dark One,
I've waited—-it's time to take my songsinto the street.
