The magic of the monsoon

The first few drops splatter the earth ,

the heat rises up in embrace .

Around me are voices steeped in mirth 

A smile lights up my weary face .

As heavens weep , parched trees rejoice 

Gulping moisture Long denied ,

The young and the old gather around 

And douse themselves by choice .

For foodies , it’s finally. Bhajiya time ,

And Gastric juices spring to life ,

It’s time to dance in the falling rain 

And distance yourselves from strife 

And yes, this euphoria too will pass 

the aftermath will be muggy and hot , 

Bugs will arrive in swarming hordes 

But municipal services will not .

But today we splash in muddy puddles 

With untroubled nonchalance .

Let’s transport ourselves to days gone by ,

Soak up the monsoon romance .