Waiting for the rain

-->It breaks my heart to see them smile,

For I have taken one and broken it into a far cry,

I have let them bury it in hollow emptiness,

Of a lone swallow on a hot summer day.

Can you now picture the vast dry expanse?

The shallow graves of un-quenched humor?

Can you smell the putrid fumes,

Of a barren land under a faraway sun?

I have twisted in my mind monsoon skies

Into figures of divinity, the envy of a poetic line.

I have transformed spring blossoms into emotional cataclysms,

And despair into a cynic’s paradise.

But, you, I have not touched,

Yet you have wilted like from the ravage of a distant, untamed flame.

You, I have not touched,

And now I fear what remains must wait for the first spell of rain.

If you promise to survive the summer,

I promise I shall cry,

I shall cry and cry,

Till the monsoon clouds tear.