Awaiting Monsoon

Awaiting Monsoon is a lyrical reflection on longing, anticipation, and the sacred pause before the first rain arrives.

The city has begun to wait again.

Afternoons linger like unfinished prayers,
warm winds wandering through half-open windows,
lifting curtains gently,
yet carrying no relief.

The earth holds a fragrance in rehearsal,
as though the soil already remembers
the tenderness of rain.

Trees stand in thoughtful stillness.
Birdsong arrives softer now.
Even the sky seems occupied
with some deep and distant remembering.

Every summer carries this threshold,
this beautiful ache before arrival,
when clouds gather slowly
along the edges of longing.

Tea tastes deeper in these days.
Old songs return uninvited.
Balconies become observatories
of hope and humidity,
where eyes search horizons
for the first dark signature of rain.

And somewhere far beyond
the crowded breath of the city,
the monsoon is travelling toward us,
gathering oceans in its sleeves,
silver storms in its heart,
and promises in its thunder.

I wait for it
the way parched earth awaits raindrops,
the way weary souls awaits kindness,
with patience,
with memory,
with faith in distant clouds.

Soon the skies will loosen.
Dust will surrender.
Leaves will glisten with new stories,
and streets will shine
like freshly written poetry.

Then the first drop will arrive,
cool against waiting skin,
soft as a blessing,
certain as grace.

And for one suspended moment,
it will feel as though the heavens
have remembered the earth—

and come home.

Written by Juilee Parag Parkhi

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Also Read: Dear Moon • A Graceful Exit • Sunset of Things • The Lantern in the Rain

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