Out of thirst and grief
Another midnight rain .
Again the deceptive moon
Peeped through the clouds
With an odd smile .
The monsoon memories
Of tempting yellow mangoes
Sang along the breeze .
At dawn , cool and crisp
I saw drops of elixir
To quench the wounds
Of dying plants near the
river of hopes and dreams.
The rain poured again
To sew the broken earth.
Gently crocheted with
Velvet moss and ferns .