The rain has returned in haughty splendour
as would a king:
Its mist-laden clouds
are like elephants in rut,
it has for its banner, lightning;
for its drum, the rumble of thunder
and is dear to lovers, darling.
-Rtusamhara II.1 (alphabet accents & line indentations omitted)
the cloud groans with effort,
unable to hoist up the earth,
lashing it with cords
made from streams of new rain,
falling without cease.
-Gathasaptasati V.36 (alphabet accents & line indentations omitted)
quoted from The Circle of Six Seasons - A Selection from Old Tamil, Prakrit and Sanskrit Poetry.