There was something about manic depression that intrigued Absent-Minded Miss Monsoon very much. She was terribly moody herself and felt at home brooding and storming and thundering over something or the other.
So if there is news of the sea feeling particularly blue, she does not waste much time in gathering her skirts and arriving at the scene with some dark clouds. This is as close to predictable as Miss Monsoon gets.
If the air is especially gloomy, and the waters restless, Miss Monsoon might get caught in the sway and orchestrate a Cyclone, wreaking havoc everywhere she lands. Hell hath no fury like Miss Monsoon in the depths of despair (she sometimes confuses despair with anger and allows herself to work up a crackling temper).
This March the weathermen had more than just a hunch that there was something dark and brooding brewing over the Arabian Sea. Melancholy Miss Monsoon would be on her way to wallow in it. She would let herself be carried to the coasts and further inland to drown her sorrows (it doesn't matter that she can't remember what exactly she's sad about).
The aftermath: Miss Monsoon dampened Summer's game quite a bit. This human read about the Depression a few days before Miss Monsoon was expected to land and woke up every morning looking expectantly at the sky. She felt at complete bliss when it poured each evening. She worries about what will happen to the mangoes though.
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| Rain approaching in Ramanagara, Bangalore |
So if there is news of the sea feeling particularly blue, she does not waste much time in gathering her skirts and arriving at the scene with some dark clouds. This is as close to predictable as Miss Monsoon gets.
If the air is especially gloomy, and the waters restless, Miss Monsoon might get caught in the sway and orchestrate a Cyclone, wreaking havoc everywhere she lands. Hell hath no fury like Miss Monsoon in the depths of despair (she sometimes confuses despair with anger and allows herself to work up a crackling temper).
This March the weathermen had more than just a hunch that there was something dark and brooding brewing over the Arabian Sea. Melancholy Miss Monsoon would be on her way to wallow in it. She would let herself be carried to the coasts and further inland to drown her sorrows (it doesn't matter that she can't remember what exactly she's sad about).
The aftermath: Miss Monsoon dampened Summer's game quite a bit. This human read about the Depression a few days before Miss Monsoon was expected to land and woke up every morning looking expectantly at the sky. She felt at complete bliss when it poured each evening. She worries about what will happen to the mangoes though.
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