With eyes looking up at the skies,
Hands up joined in prayers,
Heart filled with a plethora of emotions,
Hungry stomachs churning up the roars,
When the shower of ephemeral bliss,
Drops on the parched land,
The life on the loam breathes,
Its saplings burst through surface,
To live a rejoiceful but meaningful,
Life that’s so short-lived.
It’s a blessing to the drought land,
But a curse to the farmland.
A spectacle for the skyscrapers,
But a suffering for the street dwellers,
It’s a season that’s welcomed,
A reason to be overwhelmed,
Whether, a flood or a traffic jam,
Rain is nothing without,
Taking everyone by surprise.