To drops that find happiness in some hearts
and sadness in others

Streaks of lightning herald the rain
Instilled terror, she always reigns
Streets and parks, her water, logged
Can’t do a thing, we’re almost bogged
With uncertainty she pours and pours
Poorer dwellings destroyed to core
The wrath of Gods, they say she is
In normalcy, she is our bliss

I continue to pray to her
That she may reign in yonder years
If she’d pour in seasoned bouts
Our discomfort, she should not pout

Spare us she must in ways so true
From sun and moon, should take a cue

Author’s Comments:
“Due to global warming,
it never does rain at the required times
but when it does, it pours.”