Ode to the Mumbai Monsoon

oh how i love the promise of the Arabian sea

waves madly dashing ashore

dark storm clouds on the horizon

the rumble of thunder,

and the pouring rain. 

yes, I know. this storm too shall pass and nothing

nothing will ever be the same again

i love the prospect of new possibilities

the seeds of hope enclosed in every drop of precious rain

i love the promise of the phoenix
and knowing that it will rise again

yes i love a mumbai monsoon

yes i love walking in the rain

i love the cool refreshing feel of raindrops 

on my parched and fevered face

i love the sound of children thrash and giggle

as they engage in a futile race 

but mostly i love just sitting on that retaining wall

staring into the Arabian Sea

and fantasizing about all
 the wondrous things life holds in store for me.