Enchanting Monsoon

The dark grey clouds rush in steadily to cover the sky,

The soft breeze blows and wipes the sweat off my face,

The sweet chirping sound of birds fill the space,

The two Mynahs play around on my terrace.

When the grass looks greener than ever,

When bunches of moss roses nod in breeze,

I see the trees swaying to splatter the droplets of rain,

As if, they've quaffed honeyed libations, up to the lees.

The refreshing magic that the monsoon brings,

With love galore fills the void corners of bosom,

Bringing back the cherished memories for many,

And, evoking hopes of encountering first love for some.