Whimsical June

Rains are welcome always welcome

In sweltering heat respite from beat

Skies open up as if its fed up

Is this the sign of end or the beginning? 

I eagerly wait for summers to end 

And my endearing rains to tend 

Were they always tender and tending?

Don't I remember the storm and deluge? 

Rendering me helpless and naked 

Yet I romanticise the rains enthralled 

The earth draped in wet gorgeousness

Leaving the drops of pearls here and there

Slush and slosh makes a musical note 

People wait stranded on the roads 

Still watching rains in absolute delight

May be everyone has their story to tell 

The same roads look so earthly stunning 

Rains are probably nature's best prop

Changing everything ordinary to gallop

I am almost whimsical I want to store its scent

Ufff the beauty of monsoons

Skies filled with cloudy bosoms

Dash of sun here and there

Rainbows peep and glare 

Lovers nudge and snuggle closer

Some share a coffee and a warm rug

Some read on a rainy day to comfort 

I write on a rainy day for awful grievers

Grievers I wonder are they awful lot?

They carry pathos and laugh a lot

To the fellow grievers , grieve not

The lost love...

What you carry with you

Is a yatch of light and love

You are just alive in this broken world 

Embracing Rains in broken crevices...

Call me a Whimsical griever!