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Into its abode! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

beautiful poem..... thought the dome of heaven was falling down....nice

You brought the Dionysiac violence of the Maenad and the Hindu violence of Shiva's dance both into the poem of the MONSOON, and they do speak to each other eloquently of cosmic forces that dwarf us humans. Even without the presence of the divine powers the sheer natural forces unleashed suddenly by the monsoon rains was frightening. And to think you were narrating the downpour as it happened was startling. This is a great poem in the category of Humanity versus Nature.

a wonderful picturisation through words....................loved the rivulets and spent up fury that drenched and revived your poetic vision................

Beautifully written with such dramatic lines that describe the storm in all it's fury unleashed! Thank you so much Valsa for your congrats and comment on my poem 'The Essence Is You'

A raging storm beautifully described by well chosen words that paint the picture well. Great write. Enjoyed it.

I was do drawn into this storm by your vivid descriptions I felt in danger until the storm came to an end. I loved the build up with hollows being filled, and rivulets under your feet, leading to a fearful storm. You take us on an emotional roller coaster. Thank you for leaving us with the calm after the storm.

Nature played a violent ‘Tandava' You described the violent nature of a storm with a great force. After a big storm quietness ushers in. The effects of the storm will be felt for a long time. Man prepares to face the next storm.

In a wonderful way you have captured natures fury in this poem. This poem reminded of flooding in mumbai July 2005. I just watched helplessly our house sank deep in 4 feet water. Nothing I could save. Even the dresses, any eatable I couldn't carry. The water level started rising as dam water entered. Neighbors were helplful. I slept in their houses for 3 days. After that huge mess to clean and nothing to wear and eat. I lost all my cloths, not even single I could spare...I felt so crying.. It's really the pathetic condition then further with the diseases that started spreading and our neighbour died of leptosporasis. Your poem reminded me all that. Thanks for the beautiful write.

Oh that was some storm, nonetheless, what great relief, 'And the rain withdrew into its abode Nicely done, Valsa!

Hud Hud has devastated many areas of Visakhapatnam and Vijayanagaram in South India. Loss of lives has been so far minimum thanks to the efforts made by the Govt machinery headed by the active Chief Ministers of AP and Orissa and the result of timely warning....Even now the Hud Hud is moving in progress and the people of the affected are moving towards safer places.. Nature has it ways ever since.... Cyclones are not instances of revenge of any kind. It originates only in the upper part of the Bay of Bengal and its destinations are Southern Bangladesh or the states of West Bengal, Odisha or Andhra Pradesh in India. Cyclones have a history of hitting the coastal regions of even the land uninhabited.. 65 Million years ago all the huge reptiles were obliterated in an asteroid strike, none knew... In BC 1,20000 incessant rains and subsequent floods took away the life of 30 percent of human beings in Euro Asia - none knew how to escape.. Between BC 700 and AD 1600 alone 6.7 lakh people perished in the fury of nature.... Now we die less in number and that is transition in the quality of life.. Anyway washed away or drawn into by no waves ever, Remain there Valsa madam to share your feel Of incorrigible nature in fury and fury While your God watches from a safer world of fine material.... A contextual poem that speaks about man and nature OR their sweet quarrels!

I think you are speaking about cyclonic storm hudhud building over Bay of bengal, the effects are being felt on coastal areas, vivid imagery of a rainy storm, this is how exactly the picture is during cyclones, thanks for sharing :)

Great imagery depicting Nature's vengeance against men's cruelty against Nature......Valsa.......very nicely composed with wonderful words as always............

Environment plays its role, if you would have witnessed the same rains in your safe and sound house the story might have been different but it was your fate to face this frightening experience and write a very well described poem on this terror of stormy rains.

excellent imagery to capture Nature's wrath against mindless human interference.

Thunderstorms and rains makes some inconveniences to the people and their homes and poem is of a beautiful one creating the situation in such clarity of happenings in a rain and storm and likes the poem.

a magical touch of thunder of words in this poem made me to feel it really Under my feet tiny rivulets flowed A roaring storm drowned all other sounds On the closed shutters and window panes Raging wind lashed again and again ......