On first rains of the season

Its u...the much awaited monsoon.
Fooling day in day out with black fleece in the sky but not once yeilding.
The earth gaping wide wouthed at the sky...wondering when tiny blobs quench the thirst.
Then one fine day...you came for the first time.
In a hurry...as if you are late to go somewhere.
Your visit was harried and hurried yet you came.
The earth relaxed with the clumps of droplets,your scent a tella tale sign that you were there
The flowers gurgling in laughter with the sudden treat.
The grass lush green and fresh
The feeling was good...the first rains in season ...here you come