Outside the window I see tiny drops of water from the above like tears of a broken heart with a dark mien across the sky

I close the curtains and pin my ears on the wall to hear the drips and drops of the dewdrops falling from heaven above my head

I hear a soft rhythm of drops through the hard concrete wall

The smell of earth awaken my mind as the showers go by

And yes monsoons are here with their tears of joy in summer…