Monsoon

Clouds block the light
shadowing all the hopes inside.
What will happen? What will happen?
Then pour wails from heaven.

A girl in much sorrow,
confused, looks outside the window.
What's out there? What's out there?
And she speeds off outside yonder.

She forces her heart to beat
Looking around the green's defeat.
Why all these? Why all these?
There was nothing more to reminisce.

The air gets cold
as it blows through her skirt's folds.
Is there someone I could hold?
But the answer she, too, cannot foretell.

The girl went back her house,
shivering just like a soaked mouse.
Is this the end? Is this the end?
Still the storm rages to her heart's discontent.