The Wet Monsoons

The Wet Monsoons


Grey skies saturated with love ‘n’ humid with lust, blaming the season for their indiscretions…

Clouds pregnant with moisture they can no longer bear, praying for relief

“But dears, the answer’s blowing in the wind…”

The hot earth looking heavenwards with need ‘n’ desire

Lamenting, “Without rain, there’s no life…just like without wife, there’s no life…”

Its dry crust stretched to the limits ‘n’ cracked open -mutely saying “Come soon!”

A bolt of lightning from the blue ‘n’ crackling laughter splitting the air,” Your wish is my command!”

Thunder roaring the impending momentous occasion ‘n’ proudly reverberating it through all time ‘n’ space

Dark clouds veiling an illusion of the night, for the lovers to unite

The sun hiding behind ‘em to save embarrassment, temporarily putting off its light

Mother Nature shushing all the birds ‘n’ animals into a pin dropping quiet

‘N’ soon enough, the wind whistles,” Hey! Wait for me.” ‘N’ joins in the fun


The first droplets fall, tasting like manna from the heavens

The final burst of the clouds raining cats ‘n’ dogs and buckets ‘n’ torrents

People in a helter- skelter hurrying home to gawk at the spectacle from behind closed doors

The slippery sludge playing practical jokes on their scurrying feet

“Sorry Sirs n madams, the streets are wet ‘n’ messy as you can all see, kindly pardon the slip ups!”

Fair maidens dancing brazenly on balconies ‘n’ roof tops- albeit in costume

Tangy pakodas sizzling in every kitchen ‘n’ choicest sweetmeats passing rounds, greeting one another “Happy Monsoon!”

Motor cars jamming, honking, their lights a blinking, in celebratory procession in every part of town

Those without a handy umbrella or shelter, damning their wet fate!


Grace descending, water seeping ‘n’ parched earth sighing Ah! At last…

A commingling of heat, sweat ‘n’ wet

Drenching ‘n’ soaking to the very thread ‘n’ bone

Breathing in the fresh aroma of the unique scent Petrichor

A cleansing shower at once washing away dirt ‘n’ grime from every branch ‘n’ twig


Quenching thirst ‘n’ wait seemingly centuries old

A symphony of sounds throughout the night, pitter-patter, piss ‘n’ spit drip ‘n’ drizzle

‘Now, I think you’ve had your fill, after all you are a brimming’

“Oh no, don’t stop! Liquid mercy rain on…”

A penultimate bright lightning flash sealing the electrifying orgasm betwixt ‘em

A still ‘n’ silent night in the dark forests, not a leaf found whispering, not a soul found breathing

Water again discretely washing away the remnants of tears of joy, heralding a new dawn

A rainbow in the sky-a riot of colors, the sun’s final benediction!


The heavy downpour leaving the barren landscape green ‘n’ fertile in its wake

All flora and flora awash, aglow ‘n’ gay

Puddles of water on streets for lil kids to splash about ‘n’ frolic with fun

The rain gods profusely showering their blessings on one ‘n’ all

The trickle down gloriously promising a plentiful harvest for all times

Water gushing forth in every stream, river ‘n’ rivulet to at last merge in the ocean of bliss



Note: Weather phenomenon are used with due artistic freedoms.

A Tribute to the glory of the monsoons…This one’s best relished with a serving of food and wine..Honest feedback and suggestions highly appreciated.Like,comment and share.


7 thoughts on “The Wet Monsoons

    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful critique…glad your imagination took flight…in the city where I live there are unfortunately no peacocks to be seen close by…hence They’re missing in the poem…

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