Monsoons Again Poem by Sunny Chopra

Waking up to torrents
of bucketing down sky

Day full of nothingness
to only sit back & enjoy

An incessant cacophony
pounding on the tin roof

Full advent of monsoons
needs not another proof

Umbrellas all but natural
old wallis & mackintosh

For an abundant frenzy
to get wet & others slosh

Streets are akin to rivulets
drains filled unto the edge

Rekindling of old nostalgia
& for latent urges dredge

Weave of a natural magic
on its own trying to unfold

A near tranquil indolence
just to capture & behold

A feel for finding an easel,
some colors and a brush

To paint a picture perfect
with shades of green lush