The monsoon comes like a cheerful lad;
Who loves to play and makes everyone glad.
During this time, the earth dresses itself from rags to riches.
After all it's suffering from bends and hitches.
The little ones want their boats to set sail.
And the sun plays hide and seek with the clouds;
They have hope with great bounds.
Even when they have no avail.
Finally, the rain comes down pitter-pattering by the window pane;
Look, there are people who are getting wet walking down the lane.

© InfinityandBeyond
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