Monsoon

A varying rhyme scheme to match the randomness of monsoon. Read slowly.

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Raindrops trickle down the window glass,

As the car I am in, speeds by.

I watch, as several moments pass,

Tucked in; cosy and dry.

I gaze outside, as the wet breeze

Sings softly to the trees.

The world turns as we move along,

Shelving sweet memories.

The rain drips down slowly,

Then crashes, onto Indian soil;

The simmering mimicked by

Vada-pavsin bubbling oil.

Busy men, on the city roads,

Look at the solemn sultry sky

And watch the mighty clouds cluster,

As they take a sip ofcutting chai.

Then I wonder, over thoughts I ponder

Of farmers in villages yonder.

There's no choice, but to see them rejoice,

Those who smile at thunder.

Watch little children; in puddles they play,

They embrace joy in this rainy day.

They jump and throw away their bags.

Dancing, they turn clothes into rags.

While their mothers pray: Rain, go away.

I, too, love the cool breeze

Sprinkle water droplets on my face.

As I let the monsoon peek,

Through a gap in the window I make.

I wish these rains were not partial

And Flood some lives with sorrow.

For them who have grown weary,

The mere onset of rains make dreary,

The certainty of a tomorrow.

Oh praise the monsoon!

Sometimes it storms in,

Either to destroy or make merry.

A devil in disguise,

A menacing goblin

Or a generous little fairy.

Oh praise the monsoon!

At times it arrives softly,

Quietly, like a silent-footed elf.

What word to describe monsoon than

The precise word 'monsoon' itself.