Monsoon!

The muddy roads to my home
the overflowing pond in my courtyard
tiny insects playing hide and seek
and the wayward July rain
quarreled with the tin roof of my house
everything, drag me mercilessly into a moment
of that last exchange!

In every Monsoon
In every July
I counted for my lucky day
whispering on my prayers of decade old
anticipating another sudden visit
just happened in that gone July!

Unlike the monsoon,
unlike the July rain
you disrupted the seasonal flow
and never to return!