Poem :: Monsoon

A certain feel and scent in the air
Showered with this love affair 
Of hot earth and monsoon rain 
All this waiting is not in vain

Cross legged on the concrete floor
Screened by absent double glass doors
Waves descend down in piles 
Flood the sea of blue mosaic tiles 

Armed with paper and origami hands
Shipwrights are made on demand
White beauties slowly spawned
Begins the race to the koi pond 

This joyous season is catalogued 
With chorus of banded bull frogs 
Power outage adorned with candles 
Night filled with ghastly ghost tales