Heavenly Shower

The monsoon has arrived

And the chattering clouds have derived,

The team rains of the demon

Accompanied by the mist of heaven.

The lush green trees have been cleaned

By the pouring rainwater that are to be meaned.

The sound of the chirping birds seem like the guitar

When I am munching on a chocolate bar.

When my mother looks upon the dancing lilies in my garden,

She regrets the past and I beg for pardon.

The mist is getting low,

Which gives my mind a blow.

The nature's torch in the dark mist is glowing

And I see that the plants there are showing

That the end of rain is near

And that's when I hear,

That what is so dear

Is going to shear.

The lilies in my garden have bent

And that's when the monsoon comes to an end.