Dark is the skyline, behind the high rise buildings,
a blue curtain spreads behind the wide stage,
to celebrate Ashad, the mirthful  monsoon season.
Behind the curtain of clouds, the dancer, many faceted rain,
gets ready to emerge with her out of the world dances,
the anklets of lightening flashing, stunning everyone;
in the backdrop, thunder drums, beat relentlessly aloud.

Fronts of coconut palms, cheerful green, in thousands,
spread peacock feathers wider, when the trees, excited audience -
too dance in display of resonance, every one watches spellbound.
Muddy red water, circulates blood again in the dead rivers,
that gush down, rejuanating grass, plants that had gone lifeless,
and trees that stood wilting, ready to sacrifice life to save water.
Now, the rain sings her sonorous song, making rivers and fields,
that lay parched, thirsty for water, to squirm with pleasure.