Majestic Monsoon

Your sounds of rumbling thunder bring back memories of fear, of ones who went too early caught up in your waves so dear. Yet each new monsoon also brings so much hope, when parched lands lie barren in waste they grope. seeds lie awaiting to bring life new colors of lustre if only your wrath will not destroy the plans so grandeur. They say if you love the sunshine, you must welcome the rain, to see forests grow we must let the water reach her plains. yet ever so often we see them flow along with the flood, The earth, our homes, and everything that took our blood. Is there an underlying song you want us to hear you sing? Are we failing to hear what warnings your floods bring? Can we come to a truce between mankind and nature? let's go back to the beginning where all was a pretty picture? I promise to nurture you back as a mother would her child, I am sorry we hurt you, pained you, and went totally wild. We are one and I failed to see that, the birds, bees, and every creature, Thank you for being patient and a wonderful teacher!