Cloistered life

The heart still shook occasionally as the heart rumbled in memory groaned as if it would deny what had happened.
it was my third day of riding "catch monsoon" to many rider monsoon is bad time to travel, But here we are again to get away from Cloistered lifestyle ready to take on monsoon, With absence of weather channel and with No plan we moved out of Banaglore, a blessing of rain now nature seems to be playing act of Van Gogh 'Impressionist'. I woke up from my day-riding dream by bars of raindrop hitting through my thick rain jacket. A broad green-black smear of moss crossed frequently through my way to green hills.
The air turned thick cloud, the cloud to sunlight liquefied. Strange animal sounds born below
the cloud-capped range of peaks that gave mountains their names, the wind blew east from heavily crowded horizon of west.
once below the sea of Arabia, before breaking of earth by parashurama. From west to south
it flailed into valleys and rivers, into tangled region called western ghat. For all that monsoon should have come a good month since, the wind carried rain filled clouds as if it cannot bear sun.