I had a speaking skill in my class this week and we had to recite a poem. We were given the choice of composing our own poem or reciting one which was authored by someone else. I chose to write my own. I thought I would post it.
As the title suggests, the poem is based on the monsoons. I adore this season and I wrote about it.
I wake up to the sound of water violently hitting the ground.
A smile draws across my face.
I leap from my bed and run down the stairs.
I ask my mother for a cup of hot cocoa.
For there is nothing like a nice, hot cup in the monsoon.
I race to the garden and I get the sweet scent of the rain.
I slowly pick up a chair and sit on the porch.
My mother brings the cocoa and I close my eyes.
How I love the monsoon.
For it marks the end of the hot summer.
And spreads a verdant carpet far and wide.
Oh, how I will love the rain forever.
And I still do.
I am so very old now, but my heart leaps like a child when I hear the water pouring.
My soul is young and still yearns for the rain all year round.
I now ask my daughter to make a cup of hot cocoa.
Memories come flooding back as I smell the scent of the rain.
I still sit on the same porch and on the same chair with the same cup.
Oh, how I have loved the rain since forever