Monsoon diaries

I care not for your consent or readiness

Though I come mostly to lessen your distress.

As the scorching summer pricks and burns you

And your skin stays aglow with briny dew!

You pray for the heavens to pour down her manna

But your blessing granted, you rummage for an umbrella.

I cause the seas to squall, and toss and turn the ships,

As the rising vortex with its lightning rips

The black and grey of the cloud-laden sky,

Pealing and crashing in derision sly!

You approve of drizzles, and light spells short-lived

As my passion surfeited can destroy all you’ve built.

Some roots get shaken, some leaves bejewelled,

As Mother Nature I paint in hues iridescent!

Along delicate cobwebs I split into beads

And stay immortal in snapshots and memories.

A friend to your skin, a foe to your wallets,

I test the strength of your urban gullets.

You accuse me of floods, of endless casualties

But wetlands you fill, with real estate deals!

I tap to the beats of your towers and terrain,

I fill your souls, drown your fears and your pain.

At the end of my orchestra, you are revived for sure,

And if you’re lucky, catch a rainbow amidst the azure!

I shall judge you not, if you sigh or pine,

Soak me in, let your tears be one with mine.