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.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2021 01:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Kerala in the monsoon is beautiful.
- Category: Nature
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Good one, Jay. 'Monsoon' obviously does not imply cyclone or tornado or whatever you might tem it there - or perhaps you don't mention , because it doesn't happen there - congratulations! However given climate change, I'd suggest bolting your roof down....
It was a richly descriptive write - even down to the sound of cicadas.
Thank you so much, and yes, generally Monsoon is just lots of rain and everything green and beautiful. If you enjoy rain, it's something to look forward to. The south west monsoon, from June till September.
But with the climate change, we are having cyclones and depressions and all that here too, plus we had a big flood 2 years back. No tornadoes though.
Beautiful words Jayasree showing the wonder that water can bring to our lives in Nature.
Andy
Thank you very much Andy.
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