MONSOON

I sat on the portico,

Sipping hot tea!

The steam from

 The cup Pushes aside 

The cold wind 

To cloud my eyes!

Rain on the tiles,

Rain on the trees 

So fresh and green.

The ferns from the roof 

Bent down to touch base,

A partner to dance

 To the rhythm of 

The rain!

The swing

Creaked back and forth ,

As my feet Rocked to and fro

The spray of the rain Crinkled my eyes ,

Blinking in an enchanted trance!

The Smell of wet earth

And hot tea,

Fill my senses ,

Intoxicating Alluring

I slip off the swing

 And Dare to dance  barefoot 

On the paved garden ,

Splashing and laughing

In gay abandon!

The flowers and trees

Swayed in the wind,

Oh never mind!

From inside there came a shout

 "Who's that "Playing in the rain? 

I run back  to the swing 

And frantically Hide behind the tea ,

Alas , no steam can Camouflage 

A wet dame !!