Monsoon short poem

When the rains come
I imagine a little man
Moustache of course
In a little room
With a lever of force

When pulled down
Boom! No lights in town

This little man
He has his moment of power
Taking away our energy
With each monsoon shower

We wait and we wait
For light to be restored
As this fella eats kachauri
Or whatever he can afford

Our rooftops drumming
Threatening old plumbing

We sit in the dark
Adjusting our eyes
To a room now quite stark

Our little man
He protects us from harm
As we grumble and groan
Till the skies become calm

Crank! Clank!
The lever brings light
We find puddles and drips
In the abated night

We remember the good
Our plants and fields
Now watered and fresh
Giving rise to new yields

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An imaginative verse about a little man who might control the power loss that happens inevitably after each Monsoon…Interesting writing @Jen_Marsden


Bravo I clap for this one. I loved every word and it was cheerful and playful too despite the monsoons


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