Waiting for the sun shine,

'neath the fading sky.

Alongside me, too looking up,

a wet crow n its screaming cry.

 

Clouds thunder n raindrops tinker.

Away in the distance, in a bird,

trapped a singer.

 

Shun the umbrella,

give away the coat.

Ripples in puddles,

invite you n a boat.

 

An ideal day to sit back n ponder.

An idle day, that turns out to be a wonder.

 

Get wet and enjoy a splash

or a drop.

Sing and dance, monsoon is here

n rain is your prop.

 

Shades of green

seem to be the season.

Sometimes I write,

poems without a reason.