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The time has come.

So have the rains.

Yet it is not true.

For the prayers are not complete.

So the rains are.

Incomplete.

The time is not for the little beads.

But the little flowers.

And the tiny leaves.

It is a small gift for them.

For it is the new year.

So are they.

The rains have very little to say.

Just sprinkle them with cold water.

And let them feel.

What water is.

Up there.

Waiting for monsoon.