The seasons swiftly change
Now the drizzle drops,
Dancing under the hazed street lamps
Children in droves
their laughter muted behind this cool shower
Behind the drumming rain.
Browned flood water with trash afloat;
Pedestrians with splashing steps
On the shine of the newly washed pavement.
The heavy air of humid summer
Dowsed by the flux of seasons,
As I am rejuvenated by this familiar water
(heaven gives graciously too)
Seeing the rain clouds, I sense
sweet monsoon is coming.