Hark, the clouds sing a rap along the sky,
Wooly packs on winds fly,
Like sailing ships to mortal eye
Or say armies that conquer
Foreign lands, they occupy
The dome in rumbling thunder.
Songsters frolic and dance on boughs,
Their rapturous songs sweetly endow
Sonority all around;
Flowers in felicity move and dance
On motion-drunk air that blows
Among tree tops and gaily prance.
Lo, now the rain’s song in high notes
Well-tuned from wet strings floats;
Sultry sighs dissipate, and happily gloats
The sky over its triumph
On scorching sun and its mote,
How cool breaths and fresh fragrance!
a resonant ode to monsoon, woven wonderfully! loved the write, Jasmine.
Very atmospheric - you paint a beautiful picture with your words.
your nature poems are famous, you have good hand good vocabulary, i liked this piece! 9
after scorching sun monsoon brings relief in our life. beautiful write
We indians share yor monsoon. And yor poem is refreshing superb on rain clouds n downpour. It's an exhilarating reader's pleasure. Pls review my fastin poem. :)
pouring like the rain of Monsoon great flow and intensity of colors and images /well done Jasmeen
A standard write...my Poem of the Day! Beautiful poem really! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Songsters frolic and dance on boughs, Their rapturous songs sweetly endow Sonority all around. ....Good write. Made me smell the monsoon with your words.