Monsoon Countdown

Dervishes dance in swirling robes of grey,
circling around our summer emptiness,
the gloomy cadence of the flutes of May,
remember monsoon songs of loneliness.
In opaque mists, a thirsty heart still pines,
shadows huddle in a dissonant head,
broken quatrains shiver on rain drenched lines,
skies cough and wheeze in murky cloaks of dread.
A eulogy lingers, wrapped in oilskin,
memories trickle from a choir of leaves,
the deluge outside floods the soul within,
a watery dirge plays under the eaves.
Like petrichor, love once rose with the breeze,
while rainbows twisted through the verdigris.