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.