MONSOONS

The first drop of rain
on my rooms window pane
i sit beside the window
helping the worries let go
gaping at the children who play
enjoying the rain, they dance with mirth and gay
the paper boats sail on the water
the birds chirp and women chatter
honking cars stuck in flooded puddle
the broken roads , another hurdle
the water condensed
the fishermen incensed
the rice grow making the farmers glow
the monsoon songs on the radio
the pearl drops on the meadow
the rainbows and the sunshine
the clings of the wind on my windshime
the rainy season called monsoon
enjoying every bit of it, sitting cozily in my room