A typhoon rages.
But it cannot break down the
Walls around my life.
A typhoon rages.
But it cannot break down the
Walls around my life.
Clouds gather thicker,
An ominous grey – warning –
Of tears to come.
To see you is as
Parched eyes on green vistas fall.
An early monsoon.
Silver-green, gold-grey
Monsoon. I never liked rain.
Until I met you.
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And the rain came down –
unstoppable – memories
Of the last monsoon.
A shard of lightning.
Harbinger of monsoon rains?
Anticipation.