To Get Drenched

The Monsoon by Orbindu Ganga
The music is inundated
With the showers
of blessings,
The ashen clouds are misted
Into the firmament's
canvas,
Shadows have taken a long
Leave for hibernation,
The
fragrance of the dust
Bussed with the drizzle,
Deluge is embracing
The ground, making way
For the gondoliers to sail,
The joy of Venice is
Consumed in the wet season,
The lashes are sleeping
With the
breeze sweeping.
