The monsoon season came and gone,
Left fields so drenched and dreary dawn,
The trees so bare, with none some leaves,
The fall began, we all still grieved.

The darkened clouds spread cross the sky,
Some souls were born and some still died,
The wind, our master, blew heavily near,
I held you close, sweet lover dear.

The evenings silent like after a storm,
A animal crying, so distant forlorn,
The children tucked so tightly in beds,
Our minds so rapid, in lonely heads.

Our breath upon the night air see,
The days down loading, now we're free,
We sit like school kids, still by the fire,
Though aged in years, no more desire.

We turn towards each other hoping,
That day is done, no interloping,
No mysteries to solve, no hidden plans,
For now it's woman and just her man.