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Monsoon Season 
Cry, bitch, cry 
Go on pretend, that you’ve done nothing wrong 
That you have been wronged. 
I see you sulking in the corner- 
The edge of the earth. 
All alone. 
Who told you to strike a deal with the devil? 
It’s a sin not to be condoned. 
But still you come on your knees begging. 
Don’t you know, 
I’m not the one to forgive. 
You’re tears come pouring down 
Like rain in the monsoon. 
You’re not accustomed to our desert climate; 
The burning heat; 
The scorching eye of the sun. 
But the rain here is welcome, 
It lets our flowers bloom. 
Besides, every cloud has a silver lining.