Moist earth, wet hair, green leaves
Pitter-patter raindrop, the cool breeze
White paper boats in brown puddles
Piping hot milk and mom’s warm cuddles
Drenched in the rain today, down with the flu
Heavy rain today, no school for you
Heavy rain today, all the lights are out
And in the darkness, we scream and shout
“It’s a flood!” the voices on the idiot box scream
The whole city acquires moisture’s gleam
The water piles up five feet high
Drowning the infant’s tears as he starts to cry
O monsoon! What happened? Where have you gone?
You were such a nice season when you were born
Now you cause only despair and glum
O monsoon! What have you become?