Monsoon

[Majestic Sun]

Rain arrives with the urgency of a debt
collector, pounds on walls of tar, concrete
and hair, grabbing dried leaves and
bottle cap coins as currency. (What do you mean by cap coins? What are they? I don't get this image!)


Rain, silver reed, touch of a Christmas (What does Christmas have anything to do with a monsoon?)
angel upon parched soil, finds its
mirror-twin in a limpid pool of glass,
content as a sleeping child. (Interesting image, I like the sleeping child simile! I like the use of limpid, why not say iridescent instead of the latter?) 


Rain, splinter upon skin, grows from ant
to army, slicing through air like arrows. (I like this image of arrows slicing through air, good job!)
It drums on our roof and needles our (Needles our windows sounds nice, I like the image too because it carries weight in terms of imagery)
windows until night falls like a mother's


blanket, softening it to a whisper.
You let its scent fill your breath
with soaked mud, awakened leaf
and a hint of new hope. (Nice ending, the rest seems pretty good) (What did you mean by new hope? What hope are you talking about?) More clarity here!

Let me say firstly: why is the font so small? I have to squint or bend my back just to read it, (seriously?) now after get that out of my chest, I want to get into the content of the poem itself: I thought it was interesting with all the images together, I like the way you exercise imagery and narration together to tell a comprehensible story, the poem was really beautiful in terms of the poetic devices, the metaphor (drum) you used that as such, even though drum is a noun. Very good!