Boil and Simmer
On a boiling humid day
You can feel and even see
White fumes of steam
Rising from the molten asphalt
You wish with all your might
Nimbus clouds to form and amass
Crackling light and terrible sounds
Will break the heavens asunder
A heavy downpour to follow
Quenching the shimmering cauldron
More fumes released earthly aroma
Aaah what a relief!
The monsoon is here!
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(c)Jess Gopez, guest poet. 06.01.2023
Photo: online stock photos juxtaposed