Strong winds of the monsoon season tickled by
bright skies with sun between the bouts of rain.
triggering big waves on the South China Sea,
their colors amazing, their sound thunderous.
Morning fresh air brought small pieces of this soft scene
to the deepest areas of my chest, illuminating my heart;
red blood cells, laden with crisp oxygen were dancing;
the joy of a lovely, beautiful morning moved my soul.
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We don't get monsoon's in the UK, just freezing cold wet weather. Though once I took a 9 metre sailing boat out in the North Sea in a force 8 gale, that had big waves. Lovely poem 10.