Tears of joy in summer

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

I close the curtains and pin my ears against the wall to hear the drips and drops of the raindrops, falling from the heavens above my head.

I hear the soft rhythm of raindrops through the hard concrete wall,

The smell of the earth awakens my mind as the showers go by,

And yes, monsoon is here with its tears of joy in summer…