Monsoon

In the very beginning
when the window was about to
make a crackle sound;
I was there to clean sweep of myself
out of the box,
and heard every beat
of droplets, loud and clear!
The wind was flapping so theatrically,
It left my hairs knotted,
like the whole moment was scripted!
As the wind chime slowed down
I, was running my fingers
through my hairs,
Trying to untie!
Perhaps I knew
the moment will come
or will never be!