Again I wait for brazen clouds to anoint creeping shadows of dusk,
and to watch lightning explode upon impact...
I wait for unseen winds gliding through tree limbs...
Blind hasty fingers searching for something lost...
I wait for massive walls of clouds to move in with wallpapered columns of raindrops...
Seemingly to be suspended in midair...
I wait for shards of wind to claw from above..
To plow the earth, then seed it with soaking rains....
Then I watch it... Transforming her arid skin into billowing curtains of debris...
I wait for the yearly arrival once again... Of wind... fire and water battling in heaven
and hell for the favor of our mother..... With hot wet kisses from the sky....
And again I wait.... For a Continuum of the Monsoon......
~b. 2019 ~