Thick overhead 
clouds of the monsoon, 
a delight to this feverish heart. 
Season of rain, 
season of uncontrolled whispers---the Dark One's returning! 
O swollen heart, 
O sky brimming with moisture--- 
tongued lightning first 
and then thunder, 
convulsive spatters of rain 
and then wind, chasing the summertime heat. 

Mira says: Dark One, 
I've waited--- 
it's time to take my songs 
into the street.