Monsoon Poem by aditi ray

When the first drops fall
On the dry window sill
Or the hot dusty street
They vanish in no time
Like the act of a magician.

Then they pound
On asbestos roofs
On broad palm leaves and fronds of fern
Like a drummer in a frenzy.

Sloshed with rain the field
Lets the restive grass grow wild
Champing the earth and baring their blades
They stride and advance
Like a victorious tribe
To seed barren lands.

When the skies rumble
And the clouds collude
The freakish lightning strikes
The slender trunk of coconut shudders
As it charges down its spine.

To show which is mightier
The wind whips up a storm
Lashing the earth with hellish fury
Like a woman crazed in love.