That time of the year

Gloomy may be the first adjective that comes to your head,
but the rains instill a sense of peace we long for all year long.

Parched lands and minds quench their thirst; the lands with water and the minds with serenity.

But this beautiful yet chaotic season holds a certain kind of yin and yang to it.

While some soulfully rekindle bonds in closed shelters,
Some huddle into safe spaces to evade destruction.

While some rejoice the aromas of solitude,
Some rot away within four walls of restlessness.

While some sing praises of this beauty,
Some recall the songs they once sang.

So, once again, which side do you find yourself on this season?
Yin or yang.