Its the hot sultry sun
No any more fun
The land as it cracks dry
Making all inhabitants cry!

Look there, black cloud in the sky
Waiting to pour on the earth dry
Flash of light, rumble in the cloud
Making God very proud!

Peasants with their hopes hanging
Peacocks throwing colours dancing
Children enjoy as it rains
Others happy as drought slains!

The trees green on hills they grow
As rapidly the rivers flow
Its nature dear a season great
By Lord’s grace, monsoons not late!!