The Monsoon Has Begun

18th April, '09

I got drenched in the rain tonight.
My every pore soaked in water,
until water was part of my every pore.
I sang, I danced, I screamed aloud,
for no one watched me but the unjudging skies.
I filled myself with the joy of the monsoon,
the scent of the freshness of the wet, soggy mud,
the close familiarity of the heavy, lazy skies,
the overpowering sound of the rain on my roof,
pouring down to the rhythm of my unrestrained dance.

I melted into the droplets of the rain,
and trickled onto the chocolatey earth.
I delved deeper and deeper,
the particles of mud,
finding space in my each pore,
until I was them and they were me,
wet, rain-drenched, mud-covered, entities,
completely one with both the skies and the earth.