Free verse № 26460
The Advent Of Monsoon
The sky darkens and lowers its brow
Its brilliant blue overcast by a heavy opacity,
The ultramarine hills on the horizon
Change colour like a chameleon
To grey and still lighter grey,
Till they gradually melt away into the dull nebulae
That descend like a brooding mantle
On the face of the earth,
Yellow sunshine withdraws
Its slender fingers and surrenders
To an ominous white
That claws at my open door with slow viscous prodding,
And the first rains dribble silently at my window.
9 comments
in your last line, perhaps the rains could touch/tap at/strum your window (any action as performed by a hand, as that is the metaphor you establish in the line before it)
also, 'yellow' sunshine sounds cheery--if dismal is where you are going with this, may i suggest 'yellowed' instead? it feels used, up, aged, nasty.
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