a cool breeze
rustled through my trees.
a floating flock of clouds
whispered in my ears;
'let us downpour.'
one drop, two drops
seeped and seeped out
from my hands
in boundles zeal.
i simply gave a pat
on back of clouds.
soon i heard a thunder shattering
in winning streaks, a lightning too.
o, monsoon,
come soon!
come soon!
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