What a torment is this rain.
It’s such a nuisance,
gives me so much pain.
But why do I not think of the farmers’ gain.
When we in Mumbai feel the seasonal gloom,
The farmers’ crops have just begun to bloom.
When the people see the rain at first,
They have no idea how it quenches millions’ thirst.
The air is so fresh and new,
And in the morning on the leaves,
Are droplets of dew.
O’ how there are so few, who get to see this marvelous view.
O’ how I wish these rains would stay until November.
It would be a wish granted we all will remember.
-Rafa Inamdar
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