My Dear Monsoon Rain

Everyone awaits the monsoon rain...

After a hot summer 

Here are the words coming into my brain...

Those crops the farmers grow,

Demand you the most accurate now.

The trees whose branches are wound,

Want the monsoon rain to fall to the ground?

The birds without hands

With the monsoon rain, they do not need to overpass lands.

My dear monsoon rain,

We all need you till the end.