Waiting For The Monsoom   Leave a comment

Sunset Over The Valley — Image by kenne

Waiting for the Monsoon

The ground holds its breath,
cracked lips of earth
whisper old prayers to the sky.

Leaves curl like tired hands,
and even the wind
seems to limp through the dust.

Clouds gather slowly —
not yet the promise,
but the hint of one.

We watch the horizon,
counting seconds between
light and thunder,

hoping the sky will open
not in fury,
but in grace.

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