Summer to Monsoon - A poem
Summer to Monsoon I wake in the night When the air is hot Those red and yellow headlights blink In the eerie, underground parking lot In the balmy cafe under the red awning Mocktail in my hand, Ice cold Under the dew drop covered leaves, the ginger cat is yawning On the car ride back home, wind in my hair It starts drizzling, tiny drops on my face Head out the sunroof, the moon we begin to chase Summer school, cherry blossom flowers fall Thunder rumbles, near the window we crowd Phone rings, oh it’s monsoon’s call The weather volatile, The scorching hot midday sun makes me feel like a child We’re going into June The music on my windows tells me it’s going to rain soon Summer to monsoon Summer, come back soon