Smudges of gray clouds fill the evening sky
Shades of blue roam in the gaps by and by
The western sky wears a halo of orange and pink
A necklace of black birds glides neatly and in sync
The usual dance of the northwest sky?
A fragrant wind rustles thru tall white eucalyptus
A sprawling tree under the sun is fiery orange and lustrous
A sprinkle of rain comes and goes from clouds unseen
A rainbow emanates from a white cloud, only half and lean
A regular spring afternoon of the northwest?
A neat dirt road winds up a squat green hill
A slender beauty walks and sings and runs at will
The song is of a cool breeze, trees and of the sky above
Her voice is soft and languid and surely of one in love
A familiar trail in the northwest?
Lo! The heavens brood, clouds gather up and thunder
The breeze becomes still in a soggy humid mixture
The slender damsel mounts a scooty and disappears
The gulmohar slumps, the necklace in disarray, as it pours
It's no northwest! It's a regular monsoon day in the tropics!
Abhay B. Joshi