Faraway exotic clouds bring the monsoon; and
Falling upon the wall, raindrops evaporate away.
Humming over the parting,
A flurry of wind shuffles the maiden's dark, long strands of hair.
The colour of crimson in
Rain-clad goldmore flowers evokes
Birds flock together under shades of trees,
All but one,
Of an odd feather -
It opts for a shower in the rain,
Transfixed, gazing faraway.
Oh! Ardent was my wish to befriend
The rain-showered bird under the nimbus monsoon-clouds.
The woods stand tall
Like monuments in the rain-bathed horizon.
Mountains ponder upon the rainfall, too.
The moment flashes by in earthy scented weightiness.
Cleansed in the rain,
Green foliage muses of the monsoon.
How does the poem fare out of 10? English is my second language, and critique and feedback, particularly from native English speakers would be greatly appreciated!