Pitter patter raindrops fall
On my roof with a chimney top.
Fills the air with dampness alight
Monsoon evening so blessed and nice.
Roses in full bloom- virgin and fresh
Of pink, whites, yellows and reds...
With the fragrance of the wetted earth
Mesmerising the senses of smell and sight!
The strong wind leads the rain afar,
In rhythm and sync like brothers-in-arms.
As if to sing a story untold-
Or, perhaps welcome the seasons ahead.
The thunder loud, boastful and sharp.
King Solomon may also have sighed!
Drama of nature all at stage,
Indeed from above the Creator at play.
Whilst the sermon in the distant Church-
Silently fades and ends the day.
To the start of a week: unseen, unlived.
Perhaps and yes, another day, another phase!