Dating : The Cloudburst

The toads assembled for choir
in the rainy night sounded
as melancholy as the nightingale.

The pitter patter echoed
against your absence,
the space you had left behind.

Puddles gathered in my eyes,
brimmed, ready to spill,
yet staying still.

The monsoon wind you were,
with lots of promises
that dissolved into petrichor.

Each day, I wake up
cornered by your absence
and transform into a cloudburst.