Soft taps
On the tattered roof
Boom into full
Drum corps rolls
As the
Out-of-season
Monsoon
Opens up
A beleaguered heart
To her humans,
Ever-welcoming shoulders.
Her sighs,
The cold flurries;
Her tears,
The piercing rain.
Saying goodbye,
Her woes
Leave us
New songs.
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