By Saachi Khandeparkar, 11A
The time is nigh
When raindrops spring
From shattered skies
To bathe the world
The air blooms with grass and mud
Petals blush with coloured cheeks
Man, beast and flower bud
Opens its heart to the rain
Paper boats set sail
Into the puddles tempest tossed
The frogs croak out their endless tales
While laughter soaks the air
The mosaic of umbrellas
Cracks the gray horizon
An audience to the cosmic gala
Of thunder, lightning and rain
The blackened clouds seem silver-lined
As their tears bring joy to the land beneath
And let mortals glimpse the divine
As the season brings us back to life