Monsoon Song

When the days are long and wearisome And heart has died a thousand deaths The sound of rain is music to ears Tip-tapping or pounding, it's good to hear No soul can dwell on sorrow of yore When rain sings and dances at the door Sometimes with gentle steps skipping And sometimes beating against the wind I feel the freshness of trees in me Drenched to the soul, with fragrance Washed and sparkling leaves ring With the tinkling laughter of youth With melody, the heart is submerged I hear the song and feel all is well. Nosheen Irfan © 2016 All Rights Reserved