Monsoon Magic © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Water, water everywhere,
on the ground and in the air;
Water on the verdant trees,
Drizzling in the icy breeze;

Dripping from the lowly eaves,
Trickling from the laughing leaves;
Streaming down the window panes,
Flooding in the old bye-lanes;

Making music on tiled roofs,
like the sound of horses' hoofs;
Water splashing on my face,
like a veil of antique lace.

Overflowing from the lakes,
Seeping in like wet snowflakes.
Like a spray from Heaven's hose,
Pelting down right to my toes.

Like some watery new age fashion,
brimming with such pent-up passion;
Crashing down in sheets to Earth,
to herald in the season's birth.

Water, water everywhere,
all in answer to a prayer.