Yet another monsoon (verse)

She stood by the window,

a silent silhouette,

watching the noisy rain.

The skies overcast,

dark and menacing;

Lightning coursing

through the darkness

at intervals

imprinting silver streaks

in the sky.

The clan on the hillside

rejoiced,

Their heads gently swaying

with the wind,

Their leaves eerily screeching

in delight.

The Parched Earth

soaked it all in;

overwhelmed

at the love pouring

from the sky.

The heady earthy aroma

wafted

into her senses

as she gazed

in wonder

at this celebration

of the changing seasons.

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I dream of a monsoon

when I would step into the rain;

no longer

a mere onlooker

whilst all of nature rejoiced.

I would be under

the pouring sky,

whilst the water

drenched me from head to toe,

inundating

my senses.

How much longer

before

I break the shackles

of my inhibitions.

How many more seasons

before

I know what it is

to be the Earth;

To open out my arms

to the sky

and melt

in the warmth

of the cooling rain

The simple pleasure of life!