"Monsoon"

"Mighty Monsoon"

 This season of torrential pour of pain 

Which blinds the nightingale's path,

This dampy season of copious rain 

Which wets the wick of forecast

The parting tears of a summer

This season of rain, with the rhythm of water as a pursuit.

Gentle hands of remembrance, 

hugging tightly on to my body  

Fingers are gripping away, while half way, in roiling wind

A deep secret may being whispered

To my ears by some benevolent one

Some emotion unknown but,

Much known than my whimper.

Are shadows cast, along the valley of the blue night? 

At the door of a thought, did foot steps  rise?

Beyond the window, a dream, in 

The lightning and heaving rain, 

Drops will ding on the grass leaves on which this rain pours.

This season of rain, with the rhythm of water as pursuit.