A Cloudy Mug

The clouds start to gather in line to the directionless winds that blow along the pressure difference. A countering effect of summer and winter is witnessed right at the center. The smell of the soil has already turned pleasing. The roaring thunder has got every householder frightened. The dripping rain has started to romanticize with lovers in sweaty wars. The tired out trees look up for some refreshing showers. The hectic traffic fears road and its pit holes. Students await for a cyclone to wind up the institute for an unexpected holiday. Farmers pray for an optimum scale of water for the crop’s growth. The rusty pumps are brought back to work to address the seepage blocks. In an already ordered chaos is a thin coated layer of moisture. The moisture on which you slide until you slip. Construction layouts get hesitant to continue. Outdoor sports have hit a pause, or at least would as the flu catches it! Mosquitoes have already begun to breed their cultures for a platelet war. The Sun, out of all, tops the hide & seek score. On the contrast is a spectrum that shows an homeless man accompanied by his animal in search of shelter. Parents that tightly hold their children’s fists to not let them slip into the open drains of a road. An angered monsoon might as well put communities on the roofs along with their pseudo status quo. The acid that had cleaned toilets could in turn bathe us with polluted water cycles. In between this contrasting binary, the best and worst, a balance is to be found. In this balance, is the tranquility embraced truly. Such a snuggle is best matched with a strong cup of coffee. The screens have already fogged up and we think it’s time for your cup to do some cleaning. Start sipping into this beauty, just to stop for another!

The rain that grows a bean shall raise a cup that’ll keep us all keen