Monsoon

Monsoon! O Monsoon!! How beautiful you are,

In the hot summer you seem to be very far;

But here you have come like a fast approaching car.

The rain falls hither, thither without any direction,

In this cool season, not a soul has any tension;

And frogs croaking in the ponds, not to mention.

From Alaska to Japan, monsoon is all the same,

To fill-up dried lakes and rivers is its single aim;

For the mishaps caused, you can't put on it any blame.

A boon for farmers as it provides them with water,

Peacocks dancing in the wild and adding their color;

This is just a poem but on seeing monsoon you know better.