Monsoon comes
Clouds are no longer lonely
As monsoon approaches upon the city walls
Trees opening up their branches over
Eco parks spawning beside lanes
The reconstructed winding wetlands
Look majestic and tall before the high raises
Peacocks coming out to welcome the rains
And praying mantis merrily jigs its tail
Hour 22
Clouds are no longer lonely. I just stayed with this vulnerable piece drawing in energy. Storms where I live often leave the air clean and the ground wet without a devastating wake. I m inspired to write about internal storms this morning. Thank you!
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