Monsoon Poem by Mira Midha

Crescent moon painted on a dimmed blue sky,
Monsoon clouds pass by,
Eventide and a song sunset,
The tall fir tree silhouettes,
There, a faint flicker of lighting bolt,
Muffled beat of a thunder roll.
Street lamps cast a soothing hue,
A glow haloing the walking few.
And the caressing breeze makes branches dance,
Eucalyptus bows, palms flutter, prance.
Air clean, aroma of the earth,
Inhaling faint whiffs of natures hearth,
Arid land and quenching thirsts,
Births a new, seasons first,
This dusk turns to an umber dawn,
Revel, celebrate the rain song.

"Pirouette,
On my window pane,
Tap dance a little tune,
With bells on your toes,
Fill music in my room.
Quench the thirst of foliage green,
Bring to life again,
Hills, dales and river dry,
The earth,
Sings a song of rain."