Rains

It is one thing everyone is eager for

The farmer, the children with eyes sore

When the heat simply gets to you

Pleasing the rain gods, you pursue

And then comes a shower to make you smile

The first rains and the earth smells divine

The smile on every child’s face

The relief on a farmer’s tired gaze

The farmer prays for good rains

His life depends on his grains

He may have a good year’s harvest

And afford his wife a bangles set

The child wrestles through the summer

His school reopens with rains bumper

Its new books, new classes and a new timetable

Rains mean a new year, new friends and a new fable

And we try to get to work dry

Enjoy the delicious bhajia-fry

Romantic are those long drives

Get soaked in the rains on Marine Drive

The Europeans hate it, but they don’t know

India loves the rains and the chaos that follows

For us the green is prosperity and boon

We simply love our very own monsoon