Stygian clouds clash,
Drizzles a great squall,
Quenches the parched land's thirst,
The nature's blue wonder.

The shower pours down,
Soaking the natures hand,
Spilling on the dry fields,
Flourishes the farmers land.

Fill the dry lakes,
Overflow the thirsty dams,
Fall the natures cascade,
Drench the lifeless forests.

Trees sway merrily,
In the gusty winds,
Their shrivelled state vanishes,
As bathe them a deluge.

The concrete jungle wettens,
The beings here rejoice,
As falls the rain,
Ends the withered climate.

Droplets dash the ground,
The view fantasise me,
To feel the zest at once,
Out my abode i flee.

To embrace the weather,
I go drench in the pour,
Splashing through puddles,
No worries of muddy clothes.

Streets wetten up,
Slippery they seem
Vehicles slide over it,
In the squally weather.

A scurry i see,
As run people on the roads,
Seeking for cover somewhere,
As rain cats & dogs.

Many tunes i hear,
A  "pitter patter" ring's my ear,
The ***** traffic jam,
Disrupts the nature's hymn.

Kids i see around,
Dance in this noise,
Sail they paper boats,
A child in me invokes.

"Red hearts" roam around,
As continues the watery storm,
Spending minutes of love,
As showers this romance charm.

Flows a chilly gust,
Pour and pour the clouds,
Soaks the busy city,
The first squally shower.

Drenched up dear me,
I am back at home,
After natures cool splash,
My hearts quenched now.

Back at home,
I seat by the window,
Relishing the weather,
In the chilly monsoon.
             - Kedar K