The monsoons arrive at six o'clock.
Knock at my door.
First, gentle sprinkles
then in a pour.
Finally, it comes down with buckets
dashing away in rain.
I didn't want to send them off.
I asked them, Won't you please, come again?
Finally, our monsoon rains came. The air has cooled a little. We were only in 90 degrees yesterday. What was your Fourth of July weather like? Are you up for writing a weather related poem today? Do have fun.
Often people complain about rain...I like that you took a different perspective! Your monsoon is a pretty polite guest, knocking first and all ;-)
ReplyDeleteHey Tabatha, When rain comes to the desert we rejoice, sing and dance. We may have a day with only double digits this week. I hope. I hope.
DeleteHope you are having a good summer. I'm enjoying the Summer Poetry Swap.
The rain sounds good, Joy. We had clouds & just a few sprinkles. Always wishing for more, like you. I like the subtle rhyming in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda,
DeleteDid you watch fireworks with the grandgirls?
I am happy for you and, I must admit, a little jealous Love the poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat, didn't you get rain, Rosi? I'll wish you rain and thunder clouds and lightning to spark your way. (And of course the cooler temperatures that go with it.)
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