The lands fall still as the palm trees calm and begin to sway the other way. Dark winds loom in from over the ocean. The smell of ozone wafts in with the gust over the silenced fields. A storm is brewing. The monsoon is coming
**SRIVIJAYA*
To the east of Srivijaya, the monsoon clouds move in. The palm trees sway westwards as the storm comes in. The island of Java seems to tremble before the mighty rain. A storm is brewing. The monsoon is coming
**MAJAPAHIT**
The winds hurl up in the jungles, knocking whispers and words into the thick undergrowth. The skys fall darker with no respite in sight. The battle with the north will have to slow for the season. Soon the rich soil beneath will turn to mud. A storm is starting. The monsoon is coming.
**SOUTH VIETNAM**
The rolling clouds sank onto the mountain tops as their weight heaved with rain. The mountains began to cry at the release of the monsoon from the parched dry season. Slowly the sprinkling started as drizzles drained down the hilly slopes into the many valleys.
**SHAN STATES**
The stormclouds burst into a torrent of water as they slam into the high hills and the rains come gushing down through the valley. The winds follow suit chasing south towards the ocean where the the warm waters fuels darkier stormier clouds. The delta looked ready to flood with the downpour. The monsoon is here.
**PEGU**
The storm collapses from the skies across the seas and lands. Rain drops stop falling and begin crashing onto the settles across the isles. The hills here too had begun flooding the rivers with the rainwaters flowing down past the terraces. The monsoon is howling and the rains are fierce
**TAGALOGS**
The rains hammer down on the oceans, creating massive waves across Nusantara. The islanders had rejoiced as the first droplets of the season fell towards the parched landscape, but now they stood beneath the wooden roofs as the water pounds down around them. The ocean stands before them, its waves growing larger, threatening to crash down as the winds picked up. The storm is swirling through the islands, the monsoon is growing across the islands.
**MATARAM**
The dark and gloomy sky overtakes nusantara and occasionally shimmers with bright lighting followed by rains thundering down. The ground begins to go from a relief of wetness to an large seething mass of mud. Villagers in thatch huts hurry inside praying to their gods. The monsoon is here. The monsoon is storming.
**BALI**
The storm has not stopped! It picks up in fury as the windows whistle loudly through trees with no rest until a few trees fell. Even the high hills were not safe, the storm may be weakened by the land, but it did not lessen its wrath. Fuelled by the warm ocean instead of the snowcapped mountains, the rivers now gushed outwards in a mighty wave of speed and fervor. The monsoon is here. The monsoon is everywhere
**DALI**
The rain soaks the paved roads as the waves crash onto the shores nearby. Now trapped between the warm winds of the west and the cold winds of the north, leaders scramble to forge a safe zone within the storm. Sometimes, though, only an even stronger force can push back and stabilise situations. And despite the larger tidal waves crashing down on them, they still manage to fight. For everyone nearby, it was hell or high water. The monsoon rages on.
**UNION OF BURMA**
**INDONESIA**
The monsoon winds bring with no a fury unknown to such an early storm of the season. The thundering rains give way to an deafening wind as the lands are whipped around. It looked no longer like a normal rainstorm, but a typhoon as the story increased in fervour lifting the jungle canopy and ripping the sugarcane up into a frenzy. The monsoon is furious. The storm is enraged.
**NEGROS**
The typhoon that had built up whips on through regaining strength in the seas to the west. Even hurling up against the mighty mountains, the storm scales up the altitude, fuelled by the sea beneath it. The townspeople whip into a comparable frenzy to take shelter in mosques as the winds peek over the hills, only the lake and the valley stood between them. The storm is getting louder and the monsoon is only getting larger.
**ACEH**
The typhoon leaves behind it a trail of frenzied clouds pulsating out from its path to strike again. The rains and storms had come to them already many times over and the rolling black clouds lurched south towards them at an alarming pace. The residents could hide well, the thick unspoilt jungles would provide ample buffer and they knew that the monsoon would provide plentiful rice harvests. But for now, the storm was coming again. The calm would give way.
**SUNDA**
The cloudy skies rumble with thunder as the path of the typhoon pushes a wave of rain north. The hills around them were unfortunately on all sides except in the direction of the incoming waves of gusts signalling the start of another massive downpour. The waves atop the mighty river turn about face as the storm barrelled forth north. The storm is striking. The monsoon is not stopping.
**SUKHOTHAI**
The procession downstream carries on forth. A gritty time for all involved, even without the storm. The sudden storm today poses issues not only for the now rough river waters but also for the men pushing west on the fronts. Alas, rain, shine or storm, the push could not stop, for the king or for the country. The monsoon and the men would rage on
**THAILAND**
The monsoon thunders down on the gilded roofs above as the ceremony continues in procession indoors, the nine-tiered umbrellas dry by another tier of large and sturdy umbrellas above them. The rains had encroached as quickly and as furious as the powers around. The storm would press on, and so would he.
**SIAM**
In a distant land, another monarch takes his throne,  one built on a maritime wealth and unending faith. The rains batter this land too, the typhoon had ravaged the seas onto the coastal towns, wrecking havoc as it passed. The typhoon, it seemed, had passed but the black foreboding clouds approach the land still, giving no respite against the monsoon
**BRUNEI**
For a brief glimmer of hope, the darkness parts revealing a rainbow and a window into a brighter more hopeful future. Quickly squashed it was by another wave of storm clouds that rain down on the moat around the ancient city. The river was already gushing with water and the relentless barrage begin to strike the fear of a flood. The monsoon transcended all locations, not even the sacred city was safe
**KHMER**