Monsoon thoughts

Wet greens all around
As the wet black snakes through
Black is uneven
Spotted with brown pools.

Pits camouflaged with muddy wetness
Snaring the unsuspecting
To fathom the depths
Of damages and no returns.

Gathering around the hot cuppa
Tales of more wetness shared
The more adventurous
Prophecy wetness for coming days.

The wet now precipitates
Drumming on the roof
Poring on the windshield
Wiper swishes wishing away the deluge.

Fogging the insides
Pitter patter of small arms
Now changes to the staccato of automatics
The crescendo scaling a pitch, I cannot hear me think.

The window seat beckons
The palm leaves nod in agreement
The flowers bow with added weight
I look for the break in the cloud canopy.

The sky a canvas
With cloudy grey
The sky-blue and sunny yellows
Wait for another day.

The sunny yolk on the horizon
A memory waiting to be reborn
Today is again a dark and wet day.