A Monsoon Ballad

Up on the terrace,
As the tree leaves ruffle
Thunderclap echoes under Polaris
And the clouds shuffle

As the rainclouds let loose
Between the liquid evening
And the sweet nothings did you deduce
How the night will morph into next morning?

Don’t tease me like the raindrops
Bouncing on my cheek and my whole face
Don’t frighten me like the lightning hops
Or startle as the thunder performs its coup de grace

Up on the terrace,
As the tree leaves ruffle
Thunderclap echoes under Polaris
And the dark clouds shuffle

Before the blue skies return
And silence resumes its realm
Come hide in my embrace without concern
Till the monsoon keeps its helm

Notes: NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 25. Today’s prompt was to write a ballad. As has been the case, was time pressed again. So even though, it has been simply gorgeous summer like days in the PacNW, ended up with an old Bollywood standby – a monsoon based poem on a terrace.