Even the rain-filled clouds seem to have adopted the habits of drinkers; as soon as they rise from the riverbank, they head straight toward the garden.

The poet paints a charming picture where even the monsoon clouds seem to have picked up the habits of merry wine-drinkers. Just as drunkards gather by the riverside to drink and then stumble happily into the garden to enjoy the blooming flowers, the rain cloud drinks its fill from the stream and drifts straight toward the garden to pour down its blessings. It captures that playful, generous spirit of intoxication, where nature itself seems to revel in carefree delight.