I hear it outside,
Falling on the tin roof,
People running from it trying to hide,
Panicking, wishing everything they owned was waterproof

Oh yes! now I know,
It's not themselves they worry for,
It's money, the riches that their expensive possessions show,
Worried, those might get ruined in this downpour

Have they forgotten i wonder,
The joy that the monsoon rain use to bring,
The goosebumps with every loud thunder,
Awaiting next morning like the first day of spring

Oh how much I wish they could see the rain,
The way I see it,  full of freedom and love,
A rhythm so soothing it heals all your pain,
Makes me feel the paradise I can otherwise only dream of

Oh rain please don't go away,
**** 'em if they hate you, I want you to stay,
Don't stop singing, keep the beat up and make us sway,
Tell us tales and keep us cool in this hot hell of a day.

-Sprishya