Monsoon Seaason
Runner-Up - Poetry

It starts

The melodic rain beats against the drum that is the ground

It pitter-patters against the tattered huts abound

It peaks

Upon the village harks a rhapsody of thunder

Lightning smites as its bolts shatter asunder

It wanes

The grey sky no longer defers the youth’s capriccio

Elders amble outside in adagio

It ends