You scowl at the bleak arid earth,
The calm gentle wind drifting across
And the end of the sizzling days
But I smell a muddy world
Drenched by monsoonal showers
Hoping they will soothe my being.
I walk in the rain pouring down in torrents
The rivers are in spate and surge in delight
Captivated by the swaying tides
And enlivened by the serenity of the scene
I dance for a while
O Monsoon, I am so immersed in you!
(The poet lives in Ohio, USA)