Monsoon

A dry spell it was. 

Waiting for the judgement, she fumbled, she trembled.

Mind overcast with memories of the past, 

Her future rumbled with the dark, despairing clouds,

Ready to drown her hope. 

A gentle shower would kindle a spark,

To dissolve the inked, malaise, in her heart. 

She longed for a burst of her emotions, that weighed down on her mind, 

To wipe away, the mound of filth and hatred she carried in her heart. 

The once-blooming garden,

Now an empty space in her life, yearned to be green again. 

'O 'dear monsoon, come soon.

My spirit is mellowing,

My life yellowing,

Let your melodious pitter-patter music awaken the static string. 

With your arrival, the nature dances, like a ballerina.

The avian beauties, attract their mates, to date. 

 The Peacock dance enraptures me.

Let me tap my feet, be at ease, 

Shedding away my fears. 

Here, I dance, dance, to the beats of the thunder, 

Pouring raindrops, a medley of nature's song. 

I feel the heat, in the cold chill,

The feverish tinge ran down my limb,

If you let me be soaked.

Restoring harmony,

And rejuvenating life is your play.

The monsoon medley,

Pleasing to the ears, 

Cherished, by all. 

Kissing and caressing the Earth, her children,

You nurture every soul. 

My imagination running wild,

New hope begins to build. '

 For the lost glitter,

The sunken heart,

The advent of monsoon 

Has paved the way for a new start. 

All her maladies were washed.