welcome monsoon

like kids wait for a falling star,
your showers, we await,
for they fall, quelling the dictator in the yellow sun.
the vicinity brightens up on your arrival
like colored illustrations cherish a plain text
the leaves greener than ever boast of their renaissance
the roads make way for your showers, enjoying after a long serving for the sun's heat,
courtyards and balconies go crowded with awaiters who admire you, celebrate with you till the sun returns, this time with a seven color pattern.