Monsoons
Passion-fruit, monstera and coconut monsoons,
A waterfall at the edge of clay roof tiles; pours.
Terracotta, my skin if I could ever blush, deep red.
Terracotta, clay, mud, earth melted in puddles.
Applause of raindrops splatter on lush leaves,
A dance of green shapes, to the beat of the wet breeze.
The warm smell of milk tea, and evaporating sunshine.
The cold wet feet marked a dance of seasons; monsoons.
Mango shaped footsteps darkened on terracotta tiles,
A trail of memories of a little girl who only knows
Clay, mud, earth, puddles, shaded verandas and milk tea
A mud coloured girl in her own mud coloured world.
Now it’s just the English sky even on a good day,
Grey skyscrapers, darker grey roads between them
And the gloomy threats of a thunderstorm,
Always numbed down with a light drizzle, like TV static.
A mud coloured girl in a sad grey world,
“thunderstorm ASMR” on Spotify’s most heard.