Last Monsoon,
I rolled down the window of my car,
The chilling breeze, intimating the arrival of
the storm.
My lover loved the rain.
The air brushed my hair back and forth,
with the acceleration of the car.
My lover loved seeing me struggle with my
hair.
I blabbered too much about my day,
Unknowingly, taking wrong turns.
My lover loved seeing me make the silly road
mistakes.
I looked at how the dent appeared on his
cheek,
and missed the red lights.
My lover loved seeing me be inattentive.
I had a difficult time figuring out the same lanes
of the street,
ending up taking the wrong ones always.
My lover loved seeing me be crazy clueless.
I got into the habit of his touch
and got closer with the initiation of each
conversation.
My lover loved giving relentless strokes on
my face.
I liked resting my head on his shoulder,
It gave me the warmth of being in the space.
My lover loved being vulnerable around me.
My lover, as they said,
was like the Clouds before the thunderstorm,
Sky at the time of dawn,
Freshness after the first shower of rain,
Deep as the forests unknown,
Warm as the blankets in the winter.
