#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft.

The raindrops fall like magic spells,
casting a spell of rejuvenation,
on the parched earth below.

The thunder roars like a lion,
asserting its dominance in the sky,
while the lightning dances like a ballerina,
graceful and...