Summer Monsoon

One summer I saw an amazing sight.

Was like nothing I've seen before or since.

From a dark sky came a display of light,

Even bolts of outright magnificence.

As if that wasn't impressive at all

came a thousand timpani surrounding.

A thunderous rumble meant to enthrall,

while the quake in my chest was resounding.

Act three amazed me no less, there I was

in a downpour, of copious, cool rain.

Like in a theatre, I offered applause

and there, I witnessed a night unrestrained.

I wait and wait for my summer monsoon,

of an encore performance, perhaps this June.