RAIN

Here the monsoon’s first rain, heavenly drops of pearls fell,

Making fields jade again, breaking summer’s parched spell.

Now the cracks are things of past that hagged the face of earth,

Youth came back at last, splashing puddles with puckish mirth.

The piercing rays of sun, won’t hurt the farmer’s back

Ambrosia made them drunk, served by messengers black.

Thunderous roar of clouds, with frogs that chorus sing,

This nature’s melody loud, oh what wondrous joy they bring !