When you look at the grey, heavy sky and pray for it to rain, do you pause for a second and wonder if my heart today is that grey and heavy?
Do you ever think that the sky is getting darker because my soul is losing its sense to see light?
And when it does rain, do you wonder if it's in actuality tears rolling down my face, trickling down on the last letter you wrote me, that I keep at my bed side?
Do I cross your mind, at odd hours of the day, like a flash and does my memory sting you like a bee?
Do you question our happy times and their genuineness when times aren't so happy and easy?
Does the monsoon shower make you smile one second and leave you gloomy the next?
Does your wish to hold my hand and dance in the rains with me like a two year old and sing old songs last for more than today's spell?
Does the monsoon drown the pain our battles left on your mind and soul or does it make you swim out to the open seas to embark on a new journey, without me by your side?
What does the monsoon do for you? I'd really love to know.