Monsoon Muse...

Although her response is as seasonal as the dancing leaves on a winter's breeze or the wispy clouds that float in with summer, he is content waiting for each monsoon that brings back fond memories - the time spent together hiding under umbrellas to save themselves from the rain, when they forgot the world and simply lived to keep each other warm, wrapped in a steady cuddle - Above all else, he will remain as steadfast as trees under which they sat, as time is but a matter of context, where in his wasted heart will beat for her, always. To endure is a fate written for the ones with a lover's heart, and hence endure he shall.