Regarding monsoon, ahhh you should experience it in Pakistan. It brings such joy to all.

Animals frolic, farmers cry tears of thankfulness, street kids shed rags and rejoice. Trees burst into a vivid green and hordes of fireflies descend like tiny paper lanterns around jasmine bushes. Mangos disgorge sweet juices and young people fall in love… monsoons have a profound presence in our poetry and lives. As monsoon clouds smash cool water on parched lives, special fritters both sugared and savory sizzle in outdoor sanctuaries. Canals become fecund with rich sediments and provide relief from unbearable heat for urchins who have no places to bathe or seek shelter. Old people like me burst into unexpected song and go stir crazy running around in the deluge from above. Love is in the air…Etc etc…