Monsoon (I)

Every evening after the heavy rain

The city streets glow faintly in the dark 

Water puddles turn into mirrors against the night skies 

Occasionally framing the illuminated street signs 

Walking carefully on the uneven slippery sidewalks

I move through the fragrant moisture diffused by the surrounding plants 

I fall asleep to the inconsistent rhythm of water drops

A repetitive sound that makes me lose track of time

I picture each drop falling one by one

and plunge into a dream of warm rainy days in an unfamiliar place