Monsoon Memories
I remembered the dark clouds rushing by,
the first rain drops falling on a hibiscus flower,
the soft, breezy winds blowing our hair;
I dragged you in the rain, we walked, we sang,
we danced passionately in the wet sand;
you tripped on something, falling into my arms;
drenched and intoxicated with love, we surrendered;
the rains continued to tease.
Tired but happy, we gazed at the beautiful clouds,
sitting beside the laughing waves,
huddled lovingly in each other's arms.
We waved at the distant ships,
making sand castles in the sand,
weaving countless dreams for our future.
The winds of the monsoon played around us,
the salt from the sea brushed our lips;
I saw your face, flushed with happiness;
smiling at your desire to stop the time.
The monsoon left as it came;
nothing remains except some meaningless memories,
and an old crumbling hibiscus flower,
lying abandoned within a faded book.
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