Monsoon

I don’t want this to be

another poem

about the rain.

There are many good poems

about the rain.

Rather

I want these words to fall on you

like rain,

like monsoon rain.

On you – that dry, cultivated

one

who never stands out

in the rain.

On you – that desert full of seeds

that longs

for life-giving rain.

Yes, these are only simple words,

not rain.

But simple were the words

that made you run for shelter.

Rain.

These drops of water

fall,

these drops of brilliant

rain

fall faster,

faster

and you are standing still

under the rain.

Under heavy rain.

You know what it

is saying

and you are soaked

to the skin.

(First published in Wildflower Muse, 2 September 2016)