Monsoon

Thunder and rain roll viciously down the mountains and into the valley,
A thirst quenched.

Winds violently groping the trees,
The concrete buildings,
And now my bare skin.

Raindrops, big and oversaturated
Drenching me
Drenching the cracked and parched ground.
Exciting it.

A pure dark night sky,
Lit up.
Patterns and electricity seer delicate images in my mind.

Cradled by the monsoon.
My new addiction.

Dusty Moonlight

The sun is always shining,
The moon is always dancing with the stars, unveiled.

The warmth holds you in its arms until you're sound asleep.
Cradling you,
While the wind whispers sweet lullabies.

Heart pounding in my chest,
Excitement.
Bliss.

Barefoot dancing in the dust,
Kicking it to the wind,
Under this night sky.