Unlike each year , I didnt notice the dryness of the soil
I was pretty busy in myself and the daily toil
The wind was full of humdity and air so hot as boil
Mind was in haste of a lively turmoil


The blazing sun above the head and lots of to-do's on the list
Some plants with no leaves for the fall - some still green determined to persist
Summers was ending - earth eagerly awaiting the rainy mist
Awaiting rainy smell of the soil and the cool touh of the wind- mind jostling to resist


Then on a usual unruly indisciplined day - where not even the clock manages to run on time
Where traffic , trains , heat and sweat makes you do all the lingual crime
To manage to get to work and earn the daily dime
the rains decided that same day , this is going to be the day of my prime

So the skies rushed to give a warning so little yet so loud
The atmosphere blackened , air thinned and clouds began to crowd
Grass began to dance to its melody - still untouched and unploughed
Rain had set the mood , ready for the new season - excited and proud


And finally the first drop tricked its way down
Through that feeble branch on to the earth so brown
and the others followed , tapping  and dancing their way all over the town
It was smiles all the way , not a single frown

As special as each year - the monsoon came by as gift so lovely
It will bring beauty and aroma so heavenly
Love and romance will spread its wings smoothly
It will also bring the in the mud , dirt and the pitfalls unforunately

It brings in the calamities and destruction due as it overdoes its duty
To blame is not the rains itself but we as humans have destroyed its beauty
The rains will still innocently come next year aand pay its loyalty
of being praised in the beginning and cursed in the end is such a pity

We need to love the rains to the core , with its dirt and mud
Learn to drench completely , give ourselves completely - sweat and blood
To work on the man made issues and not fear the flood
As the monsoon ends this year - that is the only hopeful bud