Monsoon!

Plump, comely

raindrops rush

to embrace

the wayward

flighty

dry as bone

motes of dust,

and pin

them down 

with reckless abandon

making the air heady

with the

fragrance of love.

Anchored and replete

their love

creates and multiplies-

greenlings

nodding their baby heads

all over the lawn.

And a hundred

moths,bugs,mozzies;

creepy,crawlies.

Birds applaud.

As they feast on

succulent worms.