Its a different blue. Its solemn and deep. Dark clouds block out the sun. The eastern wind swishes and swashes. Green leaves tremble and sway to the tune os the wind. Drop by drop it falls until its a deluge. Monsoon is here. The sky roars and the winds shriek like a banshee. Lightning tears the day. Without a warning the winds stop their dance. The clouds slowly move away. The sun shines again. Its a different blue now. Bright and clear. Monsoon was here.