Monsoon: A poem by Nisha Tandon

Thunderous clouds sprawl across the skies languidly
Enthused to drop the first pearls on the athirst Earth
And as the raindrops descend like musical chimes
In desolate hearts, to million hopes it begins to give birth

Monsoon brings about the rejuvenation of nature
Benevolent rain is oblivious how it brings back dead to life
Drenching the lifeless woodlands to enrich them
The wind whispers mellifluently, as verdant valleys come alive

Few pristine dew drops drip from the resilient leaves
Sprinkling sporadically onto the dancing grass blades
The aroma of wet sand perfumes the parched land
And through the blue yonder, it indolently cascades

Oft the arched colors stretch reaching for the sunkissed rain
And an iridescent rainbow gets drawn with random perfection
Beyond it awaits us a paradise of life anew
As it smiles through the mist with its spirited rendition

Torments of summers cease upon its arrival
As the awaited deluge is brought upon the parched ground
An orchestra of melodies plays to quench a million souls
As this magical spell of nature leaves us spellbound