Monsoon Pours Poem by Neeta Pradhan

Monsoon pours,clouds overlapping the sky,
And the sun plays a hide and seek.
As I walk down, slowly across the road
with the umbrella, showers in short spells.
I stop down under the shade which has enough holes to let the droplets of water felt on my curly hair, taking me back to the childhood when every child enjoys the showers of the rain. Jumping and thumping in the muds.
A thunder and lightening when accompanied is scary enough to hold oneself tight. The sky goes dark with grey clouds that hides the sun.
And then they all sing rain rain go away, come again another day. We all want to go home,rain rain go away.