Monsoon in June, I can’t recall a time

Without this blanket of eternal rain

We see a movie; it costs just a dime

It’s cheap enough we’ve no right to complain

Monsoon in June, your mother wants my head

For breaking you but I am broken too

I’m struck by lightning, briefly golden, dead

My vacant eyes still wait for skies of blue

Monsoon in June, I think it’s far too late

We were a paper crane carefully shaped

But not protected from a crushing fate

Left in the storm while separately we ‘scaped

Monsoon in June, a cleansing in disguise

Leaves only petrichor and puffy eyes