Monsoon

[Thunderembargo]

Rain arrives with the urgency of a debt         an ecological truth, the ecosystem must precede economy, or we all die
collector, pounds on walls of tar, concrete        no wonder the walls are falling just like the sky
and hair, grabbing dried leaves and                 
bottle cap coins as currency.


Rain, silver reed, touch of a Christmas                             the oboe is the ultimate vampire killer, think about it
angel upon parched soil, finds its
mirror-twin in a limpid pool of glass,                                    does the pool have to be limpid, how about undulating
content as a sleeping child.                                                 try, 'contented'


Rain, splinter upon skin, grows from ant                     
to army, slicing through air like arrows.                              this is exquisite poetry, quintessential, if all your lines could be like this, you would be the master, 
It drums on our roof and needles our
windows until night falls like a mother's                                the feeling gives me expectation


blanket, softening it to a whisper.                                        i don't like tchoreography in this line
You let its scent fill your breath                                     
with soaked mud, awakened leaf                                    
and a hint of new hope.