They come
every year
without fail,
the cool breezes
a prelude to the rain,
the dark purple clouds
filled with raindrops,
ready to fill the earth with hope,
hope of escaping
the summer,
the ever pervasive heat,
the humid blanket
that smothers,
bringing relief
to the parched earth,
hope of new life sprouting.
The monsoon is here!
Waking up in the morning
to the music of the rains,
to the smell
of freshly washed earth,
afternoons heavy
with rain filled clouds,
the dark evenings
filled with rain,
the nights alive
with the sound of cicadas,
and the whisper of the
rain fly\'s wings
as they rise up
from the damp earth.
The monsoon is here,
bringing with it
the music of the rains.