Wind O wind take me to the place,
Most parched of all from all the bright days,
Where people look up and worship the Sun,
To hide for a while and set in some glum.
Clouds O Clouds, wrap me so tight,
Let go of me over the gloomy fields,
Where bards pray in palaces and slums,
For a good rain from the heavens above.
Ocean O Ocean churn some more like me,
I’ll take thee where you’ve never been,
To sacred lands and mighty hills,
To concrete towns and green jungles.
Time O Time move fast and rid us all,
Of all the clasps which hold us back,
From raining in on all things living,
In places where life so barely clings.
Mountains O Mighty Mountains do bend a bit,
And let me cross you for a glimpse,
Of places hidden behind your majestic backs,
Of faces, morose, behind happy masks.
Thunder O Thunder do rumble us in,
As we get ready to pour down in unison,
On the dry fields and towns so full of gloom
And be called the great south west monsoon
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