The roars of thousands of trumpeting elephants rent up the air suddenly; Waters of the bay of Bengal blue now turns, murky suddenly, And the waves rise higher and higher As if to touch the ominous thundering clouds overhanging; Bamboos in the bush, not far away sway and sway as if to touch the ground; these dancing bamboos in distress; Boughs of the mango trees in the grove ,not far from the beach, brittle,though strong, break and fall in great numbers;and the ground strewn with fallen dry leaves ; and these are the witness to the monsoonal thunderstorm of the bay of Bengal- the predator storm that wreak havoc year after year, and yet continue to visit the bay with an apparent hunger, insatiable,perhaps, borne out of a God,s curse !