Monsoon Night

Over rolling hills, it tiptoes in on bobcat feet With Lynx-like eyes, and billowing clouds of gray And turns the hush of twilight's blood red sky Into a witches brew, alive with piercing cries A wind that coils in the breast of dunes Gliding in from distant lands, Saguaro sands Eerie sounds whistle through window sills The chill of what was peaceful and still Has turned to anger, fear and dread Wildness arrives on chariots with mighty steeds The monsoon thrives, while a desert blanches dead It gnashes teeth with biting winds Shaking shingles, tree trunks bend The pouring thunder, lightning peels Rain gushes down as strong as steel We wait until the wrath is spent At last with gusto,....a final vent Like spoiled child it takes a bow There's nothing but a murmur now The wretched carpet left behind Broken wings from dark of night Trees and limbs are battered hosts Cacti lift their arms to toast The remnant of a monsoon's ghost ................................. Inspired by Paula's Monsoon Contest