#WritcoPoemPrompt81
When the sky is grey,
the dry land thirsty everyday,
waiting eagerly for few drops,
now gets dreanched ,
the dusty evergreen forest
baths after so many days,
watching I see the trees smiling with everydrops of rain dancing and swaying
from the terrace far away.

Every day when I see the clouds covering the blue sky suddenly
black and grey,
I know it is a signal that
it's going to rain,
And I know monsoon is along its way.

Somewhere destruction,
somewhere flood,
somewhere landslide,
houses and roads collapsed,
bridge broken,
vehicles stuck,
transportation standstill,
nature's catastrophe,
unpredictable and cannot be foreseen.

Rivers roar,
muddy waters flow,
fishes can't be seen.
Washes the waste,
and dumps it somewhere,
I just wonder how it suddenly vanished
I had just seen.

When the sky is bright,
And sunshine visits
like guest for few days,
faces glitters ,
relief our parents that now the wet clothes will dry immediately,
everything's going to be alright,
but still frightened of disaster until
the monsoon with thunderstorm,
bids farewell and disappears
bringing autumn and spring.

© -Darshana Thapa