After the monsoon retreats, the park feels
Refreshed, with a clear breeze\'s blowing,
People rejoice as the rain stops, under
The faint sunlight which permeate the clouds, strolling.
Transparent droplets hang from the tips
Of leaves, swaying and dancing before falling,
Clear sounds hide among the branches,
Pop, pop, when they depart with singing.
Washing away the dust, the polluted
City streets are born anew,
Inhaling fresh air, awakening minds
To new, positive thoughts, and hue
Of green, and summer river, shallow
Waters, the carps swing and swim for mating,
Upon the verdant bank and river,
While the broad shadows which the tall willows\'re casting.
(Apr. 18th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)