Monsoon in India is a month to celebrate and take in the splendour of Mother Earth.
Monsoon
Dark clouds, wild clouds, swirling gray, black and blue
Distressed goddess, enraged mane
Leaves play with winds, jasmine smiles
Nests sway, branches splinter, chicks clutch pale straw
Feet on the wet mud, flesh drenched in the first water
Like the amniotic fluid, pulsating, warm
Lazy ripe mangoes drop violently splattering yellow pulp
Clouds smile a warm slow smile, Earth steams
Love happens and pregnant Earth births a zillion lives
Wonderful! Can't believe this splendid poem hasn't been noticed and appreciated more as it truly explodes with energy and celebrates a Monsoon with all its ripe fullness... Superb