Yet another monsoon

Yet another monsoon passes by
With the constant drilling of rain outside
And waterlogged emotions brewing                                                                                                                                                   Waiting to burst forth in a torrential downpour

Yet another monsoon I sit by the window
And watch the rain scribble patterns I remember, almost
Yet another monsoon of wet memories
Images so bloated that the faces are fading
Caught between scorching passion and cold solitude
Between forgetting and reliving
An initiation ritual, a cleansing – this rain
Preparing for yet another season, without you.