Monsoon's Welcome

The wild wind blew,
The leaves rustled restlessly
As they impatiently waited
For that time of the year
When the heavens gifted
The earth with
Precious little pearls.

The sun flowers feared
What was to come,
While the peacocks opened out
Their beautiful blue-green feathers
And danced, ever so gracefully,
In the monsoon’s welcome.

The ants hurriedly collected
Food and rushed to their colonies,
For the cold they could not bear
And dragonflies swam about the skies
Waiting to hear,
The pitter-patter
Of the drumming drizzles;
Waiting to see,
The divine rains
Bless the solemn soil;
Waiting to feel,
The touch of the
Pure crystals.

All the movement stopped
And the forest froze.
Every year was listening
To the laughter of clouds
Playfully into each other
And every gaze was fixed
On Zeus’ mighty strikes.

Through tear-filled eyes
Every single creature watched
The first drop of the sacred showers
Passionately kiss the ground.