Monsoon Musings

You and I date back 

To those wondrous times

When rain and thunder

Made us sing old songs

Of Nat King Cole, 

Cliff Richards

Frank Sinatra, 

Legends whose songs have 

Outlived their lives

Voices that still make

Us, want to shake a leg

Even though legs don't bend

Bodies creak at every step

Remember us looking

Up at the dark skies 

Rain-soaked clothes 

Clinging on us like vines

Reciting from Ballads

Of William Shakespeare 

Unmindful of catching a cold

Unmindful of critical eyes

Thought us too juvenile

You and I, our voices synched 

Modulating with rain's intensity

You and I carry memories

Of walking in Lake District

Between the hills and dales

Covered with golden daffodils 

Swaying to rhythms of our

Recitation of Wordsworth's poem

Still remains our favorite 

Hard to envisage a life without

Art, music, books, poetry

To fill gaps of long silences 

With age has further deepened 

You and I sit on the porch

Watch the light dissolve 

Melt into the bowl of blue sea

Iridescent golden waves rippling

And suddenly loneliness 

Descends with singular force 

As sceptral as walking amongst

Unattended tombstones 

Rains bring in some relief

Lifting our deflated spirits

Remembering that youthful day

You and I, in the rain dancing.