The Monsoon Downpour

 The monsoon downpour reminded me of my first love.

The parched and broken earth withered in thirst,

The sky was exhausted and burnt.

It was then, the monsoon clouds came in....

With its cool shade of darkness

And the winds from the seas

It was the perfect balm for the wrecked soul.


The monsoon downpour reminded me of my first love.

The little drops of the drizzle were the perfect drug

That promised the earth of greenery

And the thirsty soil craved for more....

Filled with her new found petrichor

She welcomed the downpour with open arms.


The monsoon downpour reminded me of my first love.

The rains had long stopped,

The clouds had left.

And even before she knew, she had drowned in the floods.

Scared. Suffocated. Lonely.

The helpless earth tried to scream

But there was nobody who could hear her muffled voice.

She had lost herself in what she had found her happiness

And what seemed to be her blessings turned out to be her nightmare.


The monsoon downpour reminded me of my first love.

The earth stood numb....

As the flood waters slowly receded,

Taking away with it, the last bit of whatever remained with her....


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