The Melodious Monsoon of July!!!

Thundering Clouds, Frightening Lightnings;

And the Melodious Monsoon of July.

She comes to say adieu;

In the night of the Summer of 20.

"It is the Last Kiss! 

The Congé of our Love", she says;

Standing in the Alley of his Building, 

Fingering his hair, wipes the sweat off his forehead.

Astonished, all He can see is Raindrops;

Raindrops making their way down her Décolletage.

Drowning in the sweet Orbs of her Eyes.

Tantalized, "This is not the End, Dolores", He asks.

Brown Curls of Hair fall from her Shoulders,

As She stepped out of his warm shivering Arms.

Holding his fingers, kisses his hand,

Looking into his Dour eyes, smiles at her Love! 

He stands there Gazing her, like a King in Checkmate;

As His Queen screams down the stair, ""It is the End!""

And it starts raining, both inside and outside;

The Melodious Monsoon of July.

Thundering Clouds, Frightening Lightnings;

And the Melodious Monsoon of July.

She comes to say adieu;

In the night of the Summer.