Plippity plip and-a plopitty plop!

Look at the frogs and the grasshoppers hop

In the star-speckled grasses they play many games

In the marvelous weather, oh, never they stop

Like how dewdrops are never all made as the same.

What do I see and now what do I hear?

Visions and flashes that cause sudden fear!

Cacophonous booming is heard from the heavens!

But clouds are our friends and they love atmosphere.

(My mother once told me that when I was seven;

I now get her jest, but I thought it sincere.)

My lover in lime and myself in maroon

Make wonderful music and laugh in the full moon

Remembering times when we were oh-so-young

And then looking to next time and more afternoons.

So we sing of our poetry yet to be sung,

And these are the reasons why I love monsoons.