It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
Heaps of inky clouds frolic in the sky
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
With the rainy balm her tawny skin’s lit
I read her verdant lines in jasmine rhyme
It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
Her voice jingles ditty in busy bee feet
That peacock dance meter spellbinds the eye
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
With an eddy of breeze love odes she knits
Her passions in streams brim over and lie
It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
The rumbling clouds, the lightening in a fit
Delights her for her words will no more be dry
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
Her cantos will flow on in litchis sweet
Rhythms will pitter patter on leaves high
It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
Into the realms of verse she lunges and flits
Posted for dVerse MTB — How to Write a Villanelle hosted by Frank Hubeny
sumanar/lekha 
Inky clouds frolic indeed!! A rain song for the season Sumana!
I can actually feel the relief of the clouds… living in a cold country it’s so much more the opposite
Bhalo hoyche…liked it a lot…
wonderful verses that lunge me into flits of melancholy
So many delightful lines in this poem, such as “I read her verdant lines in jasmine rhyme” Very nice!
I am glad the rains have come for you. I liked the theme of your villanelle: when the sun stops frowning poetry flows perhaps like rain. It is similar to the way winter feels to me. The sun seems distance and it gets cold rather than dry and I long for warmth and mild spring rains. I sense your joy seeing “inky clouds frolic in the sky”. Nice villanelle!
A pleasure indeed when the frowning sun quits ~ A lovely flowing villanelle and these lines are so creatively penned:
Her voice jingles ditty in busy bee feet
That peacock dance meter spellbinds the eye
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
We can have too much of a good thing. Sometimes it’s pleasant when the sun gives it a rest 🙂
Such a delightful dance! Especially love busy bee feet 🙂
Ah, you do high justice to monsoon! And to villanelle. This was a delight to read, even though I’ve experienced the faux monsoon of South Korea. Truly, the days of rain began to seem anything but cloying beauty! That’s the joy of poetry… the surprising perspectives we encounter.
Not totally true to the form but that doesn’t really matter. There are some memorable images created here. Well done!
She lunges and flits to her monsoon song, and we are entertained!
I like the “inky clouds”. So much wonderful energy in this piece.
The rumbling clouds, the lightening in a fit
Delights her for her words will no more be dry
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
Rain is certainly a blessing. It stimulates the creative process just as much. Beautiful Villanelle Sumana
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Hank
A beautiful description, and it seems to me a very accomplished villanelle.
Lovely fresh take on the Villanelle built on that marvellous line – “it’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits”
Absolutely loved this. Thanks.
What a show! It’s spellbinding.
What a joy. Rain and poetry, rain as poetry, what’s not to like? 🙂
What spellbinding verses, O monsoon song, sing to me!
She Sings Her Monsoon Song — LOVE this title! And love most especially that last verse! A beautiful write for this form!