Rain clouds hanging down, <br />Touching the earth; shading. <br />Even last ray of light vanished, <br />Pouring down skimmed darkness <br /> <br />Birds of same clan flock together, <br />dropping, the days content, <br />Opened beaks oiling the feathers, <br />waiting for the downpour, <br /> <br />Wind whistles through trees. <br />creaking, cracking bamboo shoots, <br />humming a tune for monsoon, <br />hailing arrival of season in pomp. <br /> <br />Insects creep into their tiny holes. <br />Snakes beating the retreat. <br />Dry leaves fall incessant, <br />flutter with scrubby dry murmur. <br /> <br />Mind wanders soaked in good hopes. <br />This long wait ends after all. <br />Smell of earth intoxicates, <br />swashing the hoods in ecstasy, <br /> <br />At last the rain ripples on the roof, <br />In rhythmic divine music. <br />Several silver globules hang- <br />On the cloth line; falls on her naval <br /> <br />Earth quivers in first shower, <br />shivers In cold streaking rain. <br />Jasmine flowers lie scattered, <br />spreading soft fragrance of her hair. <br />__________________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monsoon-thoughts/
