monsoons are back,
so are strong winds,
green trees are wet,
and birds in their nest
sun is unknown,
eyes are pleasant,
rain drops on my face,
and moon is smiling
city sounds quiet,
but rain is heard,
road looks lonely,
only am walking, slow
the night is dark,
only clouds are lit,
back in the street,
lights on, and off
am back at home,
my feet is damp,
silence all around,
and cat is still awake
doors are closed,
a window is open,
my mind is outside,
tis’ a great feeling!
Srik
