Last Monsoon

Tap, Tap, Tap….
My ears woke from a nap.
Tap, Tap, Tap….
My eyes glanced at the glass.

Here came a monsoon
Making my soul cool.
Thinking of my last monsoon
I am writing a poem not so soon.

Monsoon rain heal my sorrows
I would love to borrow it…
For this summer afternoon
If not today for tomorrow…

This may not be a poem
But here is my poetic dream.
Come who may to read the dream…
Leave a note after reading my dream.