A heat wave is blowing,
Weather hot and
sultry
With the scorching
heat of the sun.
I am fed up with this
long spells of heat.
Waiting cloud to rise in the NEWS
Sky to overcast with
dark
A cool breeze to blow
So I could say,
welcome monsoon
When rain drops
Drops; peacock dances
with joy
Drops; Poets compose
hymps in praise of beauty.
Drops; leaf wash away
their dirt
Drops; I took shelter
under canopy
Drops; Slippery roads
and streets
Drops; Naughty
children laugh when a fat person falls
Drops; Green and
fresh city, if had bathed.
Drops; return the beauty lost.
Drops; return the beauty lost.
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