Tales of Monsoon

In the land of rain and magic's tune,
Where clouds embrace the silver moon,
Amidst the monsoon's gentle swoon,
A tapestry of tales is spun.

Through droplets' dance on emerald blades,
Whispers weave through misty glades,
From heavens high, a symphony cascades,
In every tale, a world pervades.

Behold! A love like summer's rain,
Two hearts entwined, a sweet refrain,
With each caress, a blooming plain,
Their tale of monsoon, love's domain.

The stormy winds of ancient lore,
Unleash the tales of days of yore,
Of battles fought on distant shores,
Where heroes rise, forevermore.

A lonesome tear from heaven's eye,
Falls gently from the painted sky,
In sorrow's song, a soul does fly,
On wings of grief, they learn to sigh.

Yet hope prevails in tales we share,
A rainbow's arc beyond despair,
With every drop, a dream laid bare,
The monsoon's gift, to heal and care.

Within this world of tears and glee,
Where tales of monsoon dance free,
Each word a drop, a melody,
In stories spun, we all can be.

So let us gather, hearts entwined,
In monsoon's arms, our spirits bind,
And as we share these tales we find,
New dreams awaken, intertwined.

-Khushi Kaul