A little monsoon poetry...

Now, I write a little poetry every now and then, and what's a poet who hasn't written a poem on the rains. :D And despite the rain gods not really seeming to be in a very benevolent mood this season, the first shower nonetheless, brings with it all the freshness of the forthcoming monsoon season. And like I said, I just couldn't stop myself from putting together a collection of words rhymed with great difficulty, something I would like to call a poem, and something I hope, my readers will agree with. So here goes...

A bright sunny afternoon turns into grey,

A strong gusty wind starts blowing away.

The parched earth gives out a sweet fresh scent,

And the light drizzle suddenly turns into a torrent

The dry thirsty village welcomes it with glee,

The hope of a good crop in its eyes you see.

The city streets get flooded with the sudden gush

And busy looking street folks for shelter, they rush.

Children in the streets go splashing about,

They jump and laugh with joyful shouts.

The grown up folks for shelter run,

Though secretly they wish they could join the fun.

For some it’s a blessing, for the poor it’s a bane,

With their homes washed away, they’ll start over again.

All that it takes is one heavy shower,

And it leaves their lives, changed forever.

The romantic ideas of dancing peacocks,

Of singing koels and life sprouting on rocks.

For the city these ideas are just fiction,

A hopeless idea of a poet’s imagination.

So many emotions the rains bring with them,

 They come and go, and nothing’s ever the same.

By the window, I think as I sit and see,

What do the rains really mean to me?