One Door Closes

Monsoon has arrived.
 Lot of wet spells on the anvil.
 Cultivation commences.

it is on time,
not like the years before
when it failed  bitterly.

This year summer turned 
pleasant, unusual of it.
Mercury did not rise high.

A proven delight about to unfold
collapses miserably as the evil 
hands of pandemic props out.

Eyeing a devastation Nature
 extends a bounteous solace.
 True, if one door closes, the other opens.