Monsoon Musings Comments

You have drawn the imagery of an early monsoon morning very neatly here. You wrote the poem almost five years ago, sitting God knows where, and you see how a distant reader is mused here, reading your poem. That is the beauty of poetry. It pleases parched hearts like the monsoon soaks the parched soil. 'each time a thunder rolled i hugged your invisible presence in a teenage glee' - So beautifully said, simply superb!

The imagery here is as refreshing as early morning is. Lovely write!

a soft beautiful sensual poem from the heart mind hand of a beautiful poet