I move right to left,
Nervous in anticipation.
A voice booms over a sea of blue.
One by one, each wave receives its just due.
Wind blows right to left,
Praising each drop of precipitation.
A voice booms over a selected few.
One by one, they shine brightly.
She moves right to left,
Giddy with gratification.
A voice booms, "Congrats Monsoons."
One by one, they cry out loudly.
The tassel moves right to left,
Skirting across expectations.
No voice booms. I see her.
Only one. And I'm so damned proud.