Summer rain and manna dew,

The trees in the forest born anew,

Chirping around are birds a few,

The sky with a rainbow drew,

Indoors some warm tea I brew,

While Earth the monsoons renew

The tiny sparrow merrily flew,

The poor passerine had no clue,

That the winds had turned wild as they blew,

That the once-blue skies had lost their hue,

The summer season had bid adieu,

The monsoon had come, yes that’s true.