We need a good monsoon..!
“Why don’t you?” I asked. “I did it last year!” said the black cloud. “I sent him a bad monsoon! I heard him shouting to all and sundry that the monsoons had arrived, the monsoons had arrived, and what did I do?” “You didn’t arrive?” I asked.
“No I just ignored him!” “How did you do that?” “I arrived and did not arrive! I came in droves, sent black clouds across the country, made thunderous noises, saw the weatherman jumping with glee that his predictions were true and then I proved him wrong! I did not rain! Ha, ha, ha!” “That was very cruel of you!” I said. “Well I don’t like being ignored! We monsoons have a big ego and when a lowly weatherman with only a weathercock for an instrument tries to say that I am not there when I am right over his head, it hurts!” said the dark cloud sending a tear as a raindrop onto my head. “But it hurt the country more!” I said.
“So change your weathermen!” “Why don’t you just ignore what he says?” “Ignore what he says?” asked the monsoon, “Ignore a man who after I’ve sent your lake levels up a bit especially after the draught you’ve had, turns to me and says, you are not the monsoon! It’s humiliating!” “But please don’t give us a bad monsoon like you did last year!” I said. “As long as the weatherman doesn’t insult me, I won’t!” I looked at the newspaper and saw what the weatherman had just said. “Hey weatherman!” I said, “Why don’t you just shut up?” “This is the only time people listen and ask my advice,” said the weatherman helplessly, “So I have to say something opposite and contradictory, otherwise I won’t be noticed at all! No! That’s not a monsoon cloud in the sky, and that’s not rain that’s falling on the ground, it’s just a pre- …” “Shut up Mr Weatherman!” whispered the nation as they taped the weatherman’s mouth shut. “We need a good monsoon this year..!”