Monsoon Memories

Under a bruised sky,  

The rain begins to fall,  

Soft whispers of water  

Against the cracked pavement,  

Seeping into her solitude.

She watches through the window,  

A broken girl,  

Lost in the maze of her own mind.  

Raindrops draw patterns  

On the glass,  

A dance she once knew.

Memory blooms with the monsoon,  

Childhood visions surfacing,  

Paper boats sailing  

Down flooded streets,  

Laughter echoing through  

The misty air.

Skipping school,  

Carefree steps on puddled paths,  

Drenched in rain,  

A chorus of young voices  

Singing to the rhythm  

Of nature’s drum.

The terrace calls her,  

An old friend,  

And she ascends without thought.  

Rain kisses her skin,  

Cool and familiar,  

As she begins to dance.

Lost in the moment,  

She twirls and leaps,  

A joyful echo of the girl she was,  

Feet splashing in time  

With childhood song,  

Loneliness washed away  

By the monsoon’s embrace.

Her laughter rises,  

Mingling with the rain,  

A symphony of past and present,  

As she dances freely,  

Under a bruised sky.