Monsoon date

The hills looked blue from far
With the shadows of the clouds
Giving the green a different tinge
The green became green
As we drew closer
The trees towered over us
Not so squat now
As we spiralled up
We were less and less
Sure of ourselves
Used to straight lines
Not these hairpin bends
Prone to accidents
Landslides and wildlife forays
The memory of the heat wave we were fleeing
Melted the fears over the climb
We took heart from the cold welcome
That awaited us, the promise of rain too
Happy to think we had come
Half-way to meet the monsoon
Still finding its way from the seas.