Monsoon

Dark clouds encircle
the mother earth
pouring drops with rage
one after the other
I knew about mine
but what rage did
the sky have to pour

it hit the ground hard
piercing through soil
making impressions
that lasted in sand
just for a moment or
two then cleaned by
next drop that fell

Soil became moist
just like my eyes
and its tears were
hidden from all
by rain that made
it wet muddled, where
a few drops could get lost