#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Indian Ocean set the Force free...
Echoes of chaos sound closer and closer for all present to see...
Let the Prevailing Winds shift bringing dark clouds full and ready to drop... Scarring like incest
Somehow already looking for an escape...stand firm then hastily fleel...
The Devastating howl of
Strong winds confuse one mind...Some kind of
Monster was unleashed...
Thoughts of Godzilla reaching land many could...