A still-lay monsoon afternoon,
Sombre sounds from shore-lines afar
And the escalating voices of a soft, subtle-d rain.
A Constant buzzing in the air
From flies with dragon eyes
All wandering in search of rain.
And Clouds hovered ,
On a dull still-lay monsoon afternoon
In Expectance of a something that was to come soon.
He wandered like a fly with dragon eyes,
In search of a flower that bloomed best,
When the skies had gone to rest.