#moonsoon

Listening to the pitter-patter

of raindrops on dry leaves

still clinging to trees—

as if they’re keeping rhythm,

whispering, "don’t you leave."

Monsoon delight,

drenched in light—

a pool of wetness

under dusky skies.

It came to us

like a golden beam,

cloaked in dust

and rising steam.

Raindrops bring

a thousand answers

to the questions blooming

in the minds of romancers.

Water is known

to hold memory tight—

every heartache,

every summer night—

glowing inside the bloomers

of monsoons and thunder.

Rain brings a fantasy—

magical in melody,

sweet and seasonal,

soft and sensational.

Its tender touch

on my garden's face

restores the green,

revives the place—

a kiss of earth,

A song of grace.

🪶 génie

My door gotta slay