The First Monsoon shower after a hot sultry day is a Summer Delight...
In India it is associated with great romance and soaking in the rain stirs the very soul, is indeed evocative...

First Monsoon Shower

And, when it is sweltering hot
The skin scorches
The body boils over
The spirit is down
The mood distraught;

Even the melodious Koel
Seems to protest the summer's onslaught...
Birds cease to chirrup
Forgetting their morning song
My mind with apprehension fraught
Nothing seems to ring true
That it is hot, hot, Hot!

And then suddenly
The wind stirs
The sky is over cast,
The Nimbus cloud
Rushes from the South,
Big raindrops begin to fall
And there is a cloud burst of sorts:

The trees, ere dry and thirsty, bend down,
The yellowing leaves get a new lease,
The drooping saplings come to life...
The Moon suddenly lights up
And my heart,
along with the raindrops,
begins to skip and dance...

Dreams again seem plausible,
Hope begins to form
The Peacock in the woods
Spreads its wings
And shivering with desire,
Passionately begins its courtship-dance,
The Peahens watch awe-struck,
And I, along with them,
In my spirit, waltz...

My soul, like the streets and gardens, is
inundate with positive thoughts...

Such is the power of first Monsoon shower
Such are the matters of craving heart!

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright : Zoya Zaidi
07/06/2013; 11.15 AM
Image: "Monsoon Sky from my Balcony" by and : Zoya Zaidi

Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2013-07-26 at 10:52

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Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautifully written
a true joy to read
Thanks for sharing

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very nice poem, Zoya.

I can identify with this lovely, uplifting piece a little, as here in the uk it has been a humid day culminating in a thunderstorm and is still raining. You poetry is as refreshing as the rain.

This is very evocative, the rain as relief and renewal, for the land certainly but no less for the spirit. We don't have monsoons here but spring storms can seem like one and no less a sense of resurrection.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I was dancing with you through this poem, feeling the freshness of the showers, beautiful reading this hot day :-)