Today, the sky is ready
to shed all the veils
And undress
all it's beauty.
All these dark clouds
are prepare to
pouring down
the massive drops.

The flowers, trees
and Mother Earth
silently buzzing,
Singing sweet melody
and welcoming the
Monsoon rain.

Here I'm sitting
in my room,
holding my book
in my hand,
feeling all the
richness of rain,
gently patting
the rooftop,
As the drops of rain
Sliding down on
my room's window,
my soul is start healing.
The rain is always
therapeutic for me.

Rains are not only a blessing
But a real magic.

–Humaira

You’re more than the sum of your parts.
Your form, as it travels through the air, is poetry in motion,
a poem written in the wind,
invoking a wide range of emotions,
from getting your blood pumping,
to getting your heart bleeding;
from jumping for joy,
to jumping in fear.
But unlike others, your beauty carries something soulful:
a memory.

My blood isn’t boiling over the heat you radiate alone;
I associate it with facing my nemeses.
My heart isn’t soaring because of the wings you give me;
it soars because I remember the excitement of a victory.
My tears aren’t welling because of your rainclouds spilling;
the pools form over the fall of a friend.

Had it not been for these memories,
you would have been nary a whisper,
facing a boundless flood of noise,
but even as I’m drowning in its vastness,
you, I will forever proudly hoist.

She walks in the rain, annoyed
As the hair she combed so perfectly
Dances freely with the wind,
A tangled mess; wild and unruly

She zips her jacket till her chin
As she continues on her path
It's another feeble attempt to
Shield herself from the clouds wrath

She walks, sidestepping puddles
Her brand new boots caked with muck
She reaches the bus stop, cursing
The dreary weather in which she's stuck

She waits for the bus, impatient
As raindrops fall upon her face
Oh, how she hates the icy breeze
That knocks her hood out of its place!

She waits; half drenched, half frozen
As thunder roars from the skies
As though haughtily boasting about
All the umbrellas that it's destroyed

Finally, the bus arrives;
Her saviour, her salvation!!!
Now she braces herself for
The long long ride to her destination.

Goodbye to the past
I watch your hands waving
While my heart's ship sails safely
Across the big wide blue

Goodbye pouting rainclouds
I watch you cry somberly for me

Good bye little shadows
I cannot stick around

A glistening sun comes
To say Hello