Daily Prompt: For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?

So change the seasons. One melding into the next, the 2nd merging into the 3rd. Colours change, temperatures change, clothing styles change.

Those familiar with India would know we have 3 distinct seasons in the year, or well, used to have them before climate changes happened and now it’s majorly 2 seasons with only a very few months of the 3rd. I am speaking of the summer, the colloquial ‘rainy’ season aka the monsoon, and the winter. What part of India you reside in would determine the brevity of these seasons, and consequently the strength of your affection towards these. In my nook of the world, nestled by the sea, the winters are laughably short, the summers hot and humid and long. Is it any surprise I look forward to the monsoon? It washes away the grime and heat left behind by the summer, reveals the hidden greenery all around, brings a pleasantness to the air. The temperatures reduce much, the coolness and breezes start with gusto, many trees bring forward their full flowering and fruiting(is that a word?) skills. The famed mango makes its appearance on the streets, people pack off to the nearest hill stations for trekking expeditions.
Of course, I am romantising this season, and for every person you speak to who likes the rains, there will be ten others who hate it for the muddy streets and streaks, the traffic snarls, the impossible to avoid drenching, the sudden showers. If you wish to love it, look for the thunderstorms, the jagged lightning forks in the sky and the lovely wet earthy smell however, all other things seem small then.