Monsoon Melody

As I look up to the skies

Changing colours by night and dawn

Sometimes white fluffy forms, other times black cotton like bales adorn.

Hanging and swaying, floating and lifting 

Cirrus, stratus, and nimbus waltzing in the highs drifting.

Some with ice molecules and some with water vapour 

Ready to kiss the parched earth with a reason to flatter 

As the clouds burst with joy, 

The pitter-patter drops fall to the ground 

With a tempo and rhythm to match the musical strains and sound 

Memories lovely, raked from the 

Past, tickle the heart 

Gentle and playful on the minds

Moods so soft

The drops falling in every crevice and nook 

Reviving memories caged in the mind's book

Now sitting pretty on the leaves like a dewdrop 

Shining, glittering and scattering sunlight from every drop

Creating beams of happiness with great delight 

And rays of merriment on the faces alight.