Scorching heat of June, saps away all your energy, but with the very first shower of Monsoon your spirits rise...I just love the heavenly smell of dry earth when first raindrops kiss it...

First Monsoon Shower

Scorched summer nights are still,
Canaries are quite,
Infernal silence reigns the night,
Sinking spirits.
Restive soul...
Moon is losing all the hope...

Loneliness to top it all....
Why do I miss you, tonight of all?

Why does your memory begin to crawl
back into my heart at all?
Softly do your footsteps fall,
Echo in my memory-hall...

Memories of rendezvous in spring
Begin to softly touch my skin
You start to creep under my skin:
Warmth of another kind
In my soul begins to climb

Spreads instantly like wild fire
Like a dry-jungle-bush-fire
Vapours hot begin to rise
Nimbus clouds quietly conspire,

From somewhere blows a cool zephyr,
The Koel suddenly hoots with desire.

Monsoon begins to assemble
its equipage of rain together.
Sky suddenly becomes overcast
And my heart begins to dance...

Now the raindrops begin to fall,
Parched Earth eagerly takes in all
Fragrance off Earth after first shower,
Heavenly! Leaps from bower to bower...

Smell of earth casts a spell on my spirits
And my heart, my soul, my body,
Can no longer remain steady....

As the parched earth begins to drench
My longing heart begins to clench,
I am one desire- body and soul-
And yearn for you ever more and more

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh(UP), India
Copyrightę: Zoya Zaidi

Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 15:13

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Malin Johansson
I just love it when it comes rain and the land is so dry... Its so hot and then the rain rushes in and it is so easy to breath...
I Like the poem rgds

Aashish Thakur
you paint rain beautifuly, personaly and this...

Beautiful and vivid, you have again woven imagery that envokes wonder and appreciation..

Shas Ramlogan
Zoya, when I read the title to this piece, I understood what potential this poem could hold if done properly. But you did not disappoint. It flows elegantly gorging itself in beautifully romanticised images that just bloom and cradle the life of the piece in every line. The language is wonderfully expressed and delightful. A favourite...;)

Dear Zoya I have to agree with Katy, this is one of your best! And that title, oh my, you are an inspiration and I can see the beauty between the poem lines.

I love the two first paragraphs, it ripped my heart out. You as me find strenght and cover in the moonlight, the moon as our mother. Dear friend, your words is as deep as the deepest ocean, and please, let your waves of wisdom come to my shore, so my body and mind can bath and be filled with that wisdom of yours.

Yours forever



Zoya Zaidi
Sorry for the typo friends,


Dull roots from spring rain"

Zoya Zaidi
Yes, daer Dan,

Opening lines of Waste Land say it all:

"April is the cruellest moth, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull rots with spring rain."
TS Eliot

Such longing here! You really feel the words my friend! =)

Gorgeous. If the monsoon were a beautiful statue from antiquity, you are its skilled sculptor, its mother.
PS - can I read the urdu version too? I dont read Urdu, but I can understand the language.

Wow! I have never seen a Monsoon coming, but I can recognize so well the feelings you describe! So many times I have been feeling them in my very heart and soul!
It is so beautiful, how you weave feelings and emotions into the atmosphere created by the weather. Absolutely, a great read!

how the first rainfalls after a warm day
truly the fragrance of mother earth escapes from beneathe to rise!
love your write"heavenly smell of dry earth when first raindrops "kiss it"
"a pleasure for sure.. this read!!
Thanku! for another gifted write!

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
me too Zoya

i will treasure the memories of summer rainfall after a dry spell rgds mike well done xxxxxx

Kathy Lockhart
zoya, this is one of the your best! You penetrated all my senses with this one. Even the emotional ones. I love the smell and fell of this whole poem. It is so refreshing and full of wonderful memories for me. :) kathy