only seemingly endless.
it comes in waves, in droves,
on schedule.
in some countries, it's marked on the calendar,
built into the year,
you can swear by its entrance
and eventual exit.
my love is a monsoon,
it comes and goes like the seasons.
when it's around, it's stronger than a stampede of horses.
and when it's gone,
you don't miss it.
my love is a monsoon
it effects, hits, touches, falls on, kisses everyone
within a certain radius.
stories are told of its damages
to farther off, arid lands.
yes, it can rain that much.
yes, it can fall for days on end.
yes, it changes our life without fail.
my love is a monsoon.
