Monsoons Again

Waking up to torrents of bucketing down sky Day full of nothingness to only sit back & enjoy An incessant cacophony pounding on the tin roof Full advent of monsoons needs not another proof Umbrellas all but natural old wallis & mackintosh For an abundant frenzy to get wet & others slosh Streets are akin to rivulets drains filled unto the edge Rekindling of old nostalgia & for latent urges dredge Weave of a natural magic on its own trying to unfold A near tranquil indolence just to capture & behold A feel for finding an easel, some colors and a brush To paint a picture perfect with shades of green lush