The monsoon treks ...

Missing those wonderful soaked days of monsoon treks ...

The sky is overcast,
The climate is humid,
The clouds are dancing
To the tunes of thunder,
It is another monsoon weekend,
We are in another monsoon trek.
The sky opens up,
And starts pouring down,
The trees of the rain forests,
High and dense to stop even sun,
And its punishing rays,
Could do nothing but get wet,
And let us soak in rain, but
We are not complaining, because,
We are enjoying it.

It is still raining,
We get new friends,
Whom we don't notice,
For we are busy with,
things from the sky,
They climb our legs,
And call for attention,
By biting us and suck,
'Yikes! Leeches', cries one,
'Oh! there they are', laughed one,
We drive them away, with
Salt and tobacco powder,
And it is still bleeding, but
We are not complaining, because,
We are enjoying it.

It is still pouring down,
We are in the open now,
With the rocks and grass around,
Totally wet and drowning.
Our weights have increased,
By the water that has soaked us,
And now the wind blows,
Blows to chill our bones,
And the wet cap flies,
I chase it on the slopes,
The rocks are slippery,
I slip and fall in a pool,
And get up smelling mud, but
I'm not complaining, because,
I'm enjoying it.

We are still in the open,
The visibility is too low,
The black giant a bit away,
Is not clear if is a rock or an elephant,
Not sure if we are on track,
Or are we heading due North,
Instead of going east,
Just then the mist clears,
We run in all directions to scout,
But the mist soon comes back,
And so do the scouts,
We don't know where we are,
And we decide to munch food,
We are not complaining, because,
We are enjoying it.

It is dark and pouring outside,
With the incessant rains continue,
As the stream nearby roars,
We sit inside tents, shivering,
And searching for a dry cloth,
For even the sleeping bag is wet,
And we try to sleep, still wet,
With the wind blowing the tent off,
And water tries to enter,
Through every possible opening,
And the thunder keeps frightening.
The night passes through,
With barely some sleep, but
But we are not complaining, because
We are enjoying it.

Only a monsoon trekker will know why we enjoy it ...