Yes! It is here yet again! That moment of joy everyone looks forward to is once more upon us. It’s April already, this time it didn't come too soon. It is that time of the year – 90 days from its birth – when great things start to happen. My best season is about to commence. It is a season that we all depend on, for its blessings

The mood permeating the atmosphere was that of great expectations and relief was in the air. Chirping birds hovered around the sky, just as the most virile of the flocks were busy shuttling gaily from one end of the horizon to the other, flaunting those melodious songs of theirs which they rendered impeccably to the admiration of anyone who cared to listen down below.

Far away in the backwoods of the serene countryside, the aesthetic glory of the lush green rainforests that laced the hills like a garden in a master class of nature could not hold them back from bowing to the relentless malevolent winds that combed them. Those were the messengers of the sky, winds sent forth to inform all that could see and all that could feel of their fate. The shrubs and bushes were not to be left behind. Brushing against themselves, they were doing their best to be part of the celebration, just as their bigger counterparts were swaying from end to end. It was all that mattered to them now. The wait had been too long and it had begun to tell on them. Gone were the days when they blossomed in their deep green regalia of vigour, rather the rusty brown apparel of drought was what they now adorned.

Horns blared, sirens belted, wheels screeched and voices bellowed from the streets amid an afflictive cacophony under the shadows of a gathering film of thick dark mass as people scurried helter-skelter and scampered for the warm comfort of a shelter. The sky was also in the mood. A squall was brewing. Spectacular bolts of fireworks flashed from above to lit up the hearts and minds of those who were lucky to behold them. Cold currents of refreshment hurled down with them, sweeping the streets with such gusto and throwing the refuse they have gathered in the air. The heavens roared and hummed, seemingly in approbation of the goings-on. Such was the ambience that even a fool in his greatest folly would not be forgiven easily had he failed to see that the hour was at hand. It was closer than ever. The long wait was over. The earth was beginning to heave a sigh of relief.

The sun took a bow – it was its curtain call for the day, never to be seen again till the dawn of the next day. The stage was set. This time it would not disappoint. It came down in all its might. The clouds wept and it rained. Hurray!

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