We are done, no more rain,
It's dirty all around here,
Diseases spread far and near,
Creating shadows of pain.

Dengue fever bites with fear,
Bird flu adds to the growing dread,
Monkeypox roars with rashes red,
Cold and flu arrive unclear.

O my pretty rain,
O my naughty rain,
Sleep for a few days,
Then return again.

Till then, we will clear the mess,
With no dirty, dusty hues,
Cleaning up, we’ll strive for less,
Making perfect, in brighter views.
© Shilpa Priya Dash