A Monsoon Love Poem
The wind raced down the promenade hugged my curves made me feel naked the sudden drizzle pecked my cheeks the darkening sky promised more...
A zig-zag streak ripped the firmament with bated breath I heard the roar a delicious tingle down my spine the ensuing deluge percolated into my soul…
They call me Pagan coz I worship you I sense Your presence in the stormy torrents gushing waterfalls| in the swirling streams babbling brooks and the placid lakes...
When the glaciers melt the rivers run dry when lush green is scarce the earth swathed in brown when the rising mercury makes us thirst for you wouldn’t we wish there were more heathen like me?