While the monsoon slowly knocks at the door
With gusts of wind, thunder and the cool breeze sweeping the moist
I shall sit and snug in an arm chair
Looking at the rain lashing on my window
And perhaps secretly happy
That I am not out there being soaked
In the narrow lane
And the roofs
You clatter and soak
Like a blanket from heaven
Warmth of the winter is in you
sopping the earth all around
Drip drop drip
Here is the rain……humid summer days, bye- bye to you