RAIN IN SUMMER

 

                   The  second week of June,

               And summer at its peak,

               The sun, a ball of fire,

                The earth, a burning furnace.

                  

                 Its myriad creatures suffering,

                   Under the  scorching heat, 

                 Animals and plants and humans,

                   Facing unbearable plight.

                  The landscape, a face of despair,

                   All greenery turned into cinders,

                  Water bodies dried up  to the bottom,

                    Proclaiming absolute disaster.

                 Yet I do hope, one fine day,

                Dark clouds will gather in the sky,,

                Lightning will flash in a distant corner,

                 Followed by loud thunder.

               And down will come the blissful rain,

                 Bringing the much-needed respite,

                 Beginning with a few small drops,

              It will turn into big soothing showers.