Who doesn’t love monsoons, the pitter-patter of raindrops, the smell of wet earth, the green of the washed foliage. But for the city-dweller, monsoons bring a horde of problems as well. Here’s a light-hearted poem about what monsoons mean for the inhabitants of concrete jungles.
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Monsoon has come for this year and brought along a sweet scent in the air. But not without tagging along its own troubles. If I have to say Rain Rain go away, Come again another day…..here is how I wish to say:
A beautiful day,
with a pleasant breeze
Turned cold,
and made us freeze
The bright sunshine,
swarmed by clouds
Sudden rain lashed,
with thunder aloud
The days’ work done,
had to return home
Oh this rain again,
like in Lome*
Helped ourselves,
managed a cab
Settled down
and began to dab
Good God,
we decided to go
As for the rain,
no stop in its flow
Felt the wind,
gush through my face
And saw people,
all in the race
Sung all through,
though harsh and bold
Just to keep us,
off the cold
We hurried,
as the rain lashed
Though, on other walkers,
water we splashed
What a relief,
when we reached
Rushed indoors,
the sooner the cab screeched
Prayed to the lord,
when I am back home
That tomorrow,
shouldn’t be the same
* Lome is a place Located on the Gulf of Guinea which has two rainy seasons. — Read more poems here.Poetry lover? Check out Six Centuries of Great Poetry: A Stunning Collection of Classic British Poems from Chaucer to Yeats
