The rhythm of the Nature

I peeped out to enjoy the rain,

The fragrance of what, was insane.

Dancing droplets on the wet lane, 

Did I see through the window pane.

Hearing frogs croak in chain,

Was I forced to look out again.

Here comes the lazy and dark dawn.

The silvery Moon has not yet gone,

But people are out, with no yawn,

Putting their shoes and tracksuits on.

Pansy, Camellia and Daffodils spawn,

Welcoming the Wintery vibes in lawn.

Now finally comes a blazing day,

Inside comes the heat, making its way.

Fed up of sweating, do the parents say,

"You're not going outside, it's too hot to play".

Having chilled ice cream and sake,

Expresses the very Summer gay.