Monsoon

by Lee Nash

I don’t want this to be

another poem

about the rain.

There are many good poems

about the rain.

Rather

I want these words to fall on you

like rain,

like monsoon rain.

On you – that dry, cultivated

one

who never stands out

in the rain.

On you – that desert full of seeds

that longs

for life-giving rain.

Yes, these are only simple words,

not rain.

But simple were the words

that made you run for shelter.

Rain.

These drops of water

fall,

these drops of brilliant

rain

fall faster,

faster

and you are standing still

under the rain.

Under heavy rain.

You know what it

is saying

and you are soaked

to the skin.

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"Monsoon" was first published in Wildflower Muse, 2 September 2016.

Lee Nash lives in France and freelances as an editor and proofreader. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in print and online journals in the UK, the US and France including Ambit, Angle, Antiphon, Mezzo Cammin, Orbis, Poetry Salzburg Review, Presence, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, The Interpreter's House, The Lake and The World Haiku Review. You can find a selection of Lee’s poems on her website: leenashpoetry.com.