#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
The thunder beneath the clouds,
Sounds like music to my ears,
The drops of rain,
Seems like they are expressing the excitement of mine,
The more they drizzle,
The more they express my exhilaration,
The desire inside wants the old witch to practice her craft longer,
The longer she practices,
The more I can dance to the music of thunder and express my excitement through rain drops...
© nisha