A monsoon move.

I.

As the falling rain punctured the sea,
Out hearts oozed out pain too.
In songs we found our comfort,
And solace come through the music we made.


II.

Abandoned feelings kept returning
Like seawater crashing on the shore, receding.
Your music touched my soul,
The crimson setting sun, burnt my heart,
and in the cold drizzle, I melted.


III.

Countless hearts like ours, broken.
Aware of each others tears,
Buried in the rain.


IV.

Did it hear our emotions surging,
And so it rained ?
And how precise
The timing,
Tears and the raindrops.

In harmony we drained,
And replenished us of more.
And when the sorrow was over,
Then the tears of joy.

It is comforting that,
Monsoon comes just once a year
Imagine to sob and weep all time
In happiness and sadness,
Like madmen, poets and artists.