The clouds are all over the sky,
Birds flap their wings and fly.
The thunderstorm struck,
Leaving the sky awestruck.
The rain droplets fall,
Against the window pane's call.
Outside the darkness flow,
As the moon gently glows.
Soon, the monsoon ceases,
As the sun's warmth increases.
Rain's song fades, a tranquil release,
Monsoon's embrace, soon to cease.
Natiqua Haque
