You - My ethereal monsoon

Seasons, have I felt and seen;

But the sight of you was the onset of

the first drop of monsoon.

Oh! How I craved to be drenched in thy showers of care.

And, when you sensed my yearnings,

You did allow me to feel it,

Though momentary!

-As you are the monsoon & you never stay around.

But when I know that my cravings were not futile;

I’d; with honest love, prayers and hope

Await thy return….