The summer heat dies, the hassle is off,
The jaded cloud cries
In this mayhem atmosphere.

Sharing glee to the aspiring faces,
It comes to meet the azure sky and land.
Giving ecstatic pours to all the races
It comes, fervours the deaf and blind.

It comes with cooling cascades,
To soothe the skin,
Bestowed by the summer sun,
And drain away all the past done sin.
For lil' tots to jump and sway,
And play it like a violin.

Since decades I couldn't find,
A reason to deny,
About the prepossessing and tranquil,
Beauty of july.
© Aarya kareepadath